April was a hair-stylist and after the death of her husband had started to operate from home. It was very good for her, She could look after her baby daughter and earn for them. Now after five years her life was crumbling around her
"You always had a nice lap to sit on," mused Trish. "God what was that game we used to play?" "Game?" I said casting my mind back. "You know the one where you tried to throw the other off the sofa," she said.