CHAPTER ELEVEN
“ Why didn’t you tell me?” asked Aggie down the phone at her mum.
“ I thought you knew, dear.”
“ I had no idea.”
“ Well, you did go there once when you were young. It was just after your Great Uncle Jim died, Your Great Aunt Petunia invited us to a memorial do there. I couldn’t make it, but your father took you. Don’t you remember?”
“ How young was I?”
“ Well, I am going back a bit. Gosh, that must’ve been, er, let me think for a minute, dear. Oh well, I guess you wouldn’t really remember. You were barely three, I think.”
“ Well, I doubt I’d remember that far back, Mum,” Aggie sighed.
“ I suppose not. My memory must be going, I am seventy, you know,” she chuckled under her breath.
“ But do you remember the shop though, Mu
