Chapter Seventeen“I think I need to give this volunteering business a knock on the head,” Sophie was pulling on her trousers and looking down at her faithful dog, “time for me to get a job paying real money – what do you think huh?”
Her black Labrador barked in response and wagged his tail.
Sophie stooped to pat his head, “I suppose I've got time to take you and your sister a stroll around the block.” She slipped into her running shoes, tying them tightly, “come on then boy.” Down the stairs she jogged, clipping leads onto her two faithful friends before swinging the door open onto a beautifully glorious sunny day.
Forty minutes later she was pulling onto the car park of St Mary's, her mind made up that this was to be her last visit here. Hopefully Mr Bentley would agree to writing her
