Chapter Eighteen“Oh Jacob I'm terrified,” Evelyn bent over to tie the laces on her shiny new shoes, “do I look okay?”
“As beautiful as ever,” Jacob was at the sink, scrubbing at an egg-encrusted pan, “will you have enough books do you think?”
“I'm sure forty will be enough, plus I have bookmarks and matching pens.”
“And if you run out, you can direct them to the sss site,” Jacob smiled, “I'm so proud of you darling. A fully fledged author.”
“And I think it's marvellous,” the door swung open and Sophie flounced inside, “You look perky dear,” Evelyn said, as she straightened up.
“I slept well for the first time in months and I had the best dream.”
“Oh?”
“Ant … I mean Dad and I were in a hot air balloon floating over the plains of Africa.”
Jacob turned to look at her, “you mean the Se
