Chapter NineSophie was striding through the busy city streets with a happy, beaming smile on her face. In her arms she clutched a pile of glossy, exotic looking brochures and in her handbag was the print out confirmation of the holiday she had just booked. The thought of ten nights at the Crystal Palace, five-star hotel in Lanzarote for the end of June lifted her spirits. She didn't even care as the drizzle began and her immaculately straight hair began to fluff. Mam's funeral had been draining and since she had left Evelyn's house, Sophie had been pondering on death and worrying over her friend's grief stricken state of mind. Sophie's frazzled feet had almost taken her to the travel agents of their own accord. Once in there, she had been ushered into a seat by a grinning camp man called B
