Chapter FourteenEvelyn was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping hot coffee and absently reading the morning's newspaper, when the flap on the front door rattled open. From her place at the kitchen table, she watched as a bundle of envelopes fell to the floor. Music from the morning show on Radio 2 crackled from the radio; The Boomtown Rats reminding her that they don't like Monday's. She stood to rinse her mug under a stream of hot water, before ambling down the hallway to pick up the crumpled envelopes. Her breath quickened as she recognised a London postage mark; its red lines blurred by the damp. Her novel! Quickly she tore open the envelope. The crest of Bloomsbury Books, one of the leading UK's publishers adorned the top of the thick, expensive paper. Her eyes devoured the words and
