Chapter SixteenAs usual on a Monday morning, the queue at the village Post Office was long and busy. It snaked around the aisles of the tiny newsagents, passing the tilting magazine rack and the temporarily defunct ice-cream freezer. Sophie stood on the edge of the doorway, shivering as a cold December wind buffeted her back.
“Come on in love,” a kind lady in front of her wearing a bright yellow anorak moved forwards so Sophie could squeeze in.
“Thanks,” Sophie shook her hair, damp from the sudden torrent of fine rain, “it's so cold isn't it?” She blew on the tips of her red fingers.
“Yes sweetheart, but this weather doesn't bother me,” the lady winked, “I've been around eighty-three years and I've seen some bad winters. Four foot of snow we had it once girl. This is tropical in compari
