Chapter Twenty-ThreeSophie's number one New Year's resolution was to bag herself a job. So, on a bitterly cold January day she laid the local newspaper out on the floor, grabbed herself a red marker and began circling any vacancies that took her interest.
“Shop worker – yes!” Carefully she marked it, gasping at the remuneration package that came with the requirements of being trustworthy, reliable and punctual. “Is that the going rate for the minimum wage now? - Appalling!”
Sophie stretched a foot out in front of the topaz glowing fire. Her feet were cold, even though she was wearing a pair of bed socks that Evelyn had made for her.
“Shall I turn the heating up?” Evelyn put down her knitting needles and frowned at Sophie.
“No no, it's just the dogs are taking all the heat,” she shoved
