Chapter Eighteen“Eight hundred and seventy-five pence exactly,” Sophie dropped the last silver coin into the almost full bottle, “not bad for a Christmas jumble sale huh?”
Evelyn was sitting opposite her at the breakfast bar, paperclipping twenty- pound notes into neat piles. “An excellent days work.”
“Evelyn I should give you and Jules some of this, after all your help.”
“Nonsense!” Evelyn cried, “you've already given me a beautiful, expensive vase and Juliette a designer dress too. Keep it for you and your children. You need it now more than ever Sophie.”
“Thank you,” Sophie said quietly, tears shimmering in her eyes as she looked around her vast kitchen, “looks like I won't be here for much longer.”
“I can't believe how fast this house sale has gone through,” Evelyn commented, “so
