Hazel Whitby, a dealer in Antiques has, shall we say, an "interesting" view of life - and how to
live it! Let her tell you about it in this message. Click on HAZEL to start and stop.
You are welcome to read an extract below.
"From her vantagepoint beneath the shadowy trees, the woman in black muttered a profanity that was entirely out of place
in the churchyard.
She sank down onto a long neglected tomb and cursed again when she saw the state of her new shoes. Her jaw set firmly
in passionate ill will, she clamped a cigarette between scarlet lips, lit it, and exhaled disenchanted smoke from her long
slender nose.
A gust of arctic air made the woman shiver and tuck wispy tinted hair back beneath her sleek fur hat.
The thud, thud of earth shovelled onto the wooden coffin only added to her exasperation, as the gravediggers committed
Jane Victoria Lawrence's body to eternity.
'If the old bitch had only listened to reason.' The violent mute words echoed in the woman's brain. But there was no use
crying over spilt blood.
It seemed there was an heir to the property and that presented either a help or a hindrance."
