Pru's husband has walked out, leaving her alone to contemplate her future. She's missing not so much him, but the life they once had. In a daze, Pru goes off to a friend's funeral. Words of praise and a eulogy but...it doesn't sound like the friend Pru knew. And it isn't. She's gone to the wrong service. Everyone was very welcoming, it was - oddly - a laugh, and more excitement than she's had for ages. So she buys a little black dress in a charity shop and thinks, now I'm all set, why not go to another?