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ankles. You
harlot!”
    It
took me a few seconds to realise I was being verbally abused by ghosts. Women
hating ghosts at that.
    Some
more hairy men joined the first two. They sneered at me.
    “Stumpet!”
    “Painted
whore!”
    “Leave
our town hall at once!”
    I
was thoroughly annoyed at the way they were speaking to me but there were too
many hairy men for me to deal with.
    I
proudly got to me feet, secretly feeling pleased that I was slightly taller
than all of them. I looked down at them and scathingly said, “I’m leaving
because I want to. May I suggest that you all go and shave your furry faces!”
    I
walked out of the town hall as quickly as I could. I wouldn’t be going back in
there anytime soon.
    I
walked across to the bakery and bought myself a hot sausage roll. By the time I
had finished eating it Carol had joined me.
    She
handed me a piece of paper and said, “Don’t ask me how I got this information.
I’ve found out that Sylvia’s daughter didn’t die. She was adopted by a couple
from Manchester.”
    “Do
we know where she lives now?” I asked.
    Carol
nodded. “She lives about ten minutes away. I’ve got her full name, address, telephone
number and email address.”
    I
was beginning to think Carol was a secret spy.
    I
opened the paper. Sylvia’s daughter was called Debra Brown.
    “Thank
you, I don’t think I’d have found this out on my own,” I said.
    Carol
looked over at the bakery, “A cream doughnut will be thanks enough.”
    I
walked over to the bakery.
    All
I had to do now was speak to Debra and casually tell her that she was adopted
and that her dead mother was looking for her.
     

 
    Chapter 13
     
    Being
a coward, I decided to email Debra first. I wrote that I worked in a second
hand shop and that I thought we’d found something that belonged to her or her
family. I put the shop’s telephone number and my own.
    It
was nearly time to pick Emily up from school so I headed into the kitchen for
my bag. I could hear my phone ringing. I didn’t recognise the caller’s number
as I answered.
    “Is
that Kate? Are you the one who emailed me? Is it about my mum? Have you found
her?” a woman’s hurried voice gushed out.
    “Yes,
it’s Kate. Is that Debra?” I asked.
    The
woman laughed, “Sorry, yes but call me Debbie, everyone does. Sorry about all
the questions but I feel like I’ve been waiting for information about my family
for years.”
    “You
mentioned your mother?” I prompted Debbie.
    “Yes.
I found out ages ago that I’m adopted and I’ve been looking for my real mum.
All I found out was that she lives in Leeds. Oh, hang on, my little boy needs
the toilet. Can I phone you back in a bit?” Debbie asked.
    I
looked at my watch. I had to set off for school.
    “Could
I come round to your house later on tonight?” I asked.
    “That
would be great! Thanks so much. I’ll give you my address,” Debbie offered.
    I
listened as she recited her address. I didn’t want to tell her that I already
had it. I said goodbye and put my phone back in my bag.
    I
went through to the front of the shop.
    Carol
was writing in the accounts book.
    “That
was Debra Brown,” I said. “I’m going to see her tonight. I’ll be able to tell
her about Sylvia.”
    Carol
didn’t look up from the book, “Right. You don’t have to tell me what’s going
on. I told you I don’t want to be involved in this ghost business of yours.”
    I
fastened my coat up and said, “So you won’t want to know what happens next
then.”
    Carol
shrugged and looked over, “You can tell me if you want. I’m not bothered.”
    I
smiled as I walked out of the shop. She was just as nosey as me.
    I
drove to Emily’s school. I felt sure that once Sylvia found her baby again all
would be well in her world.
    I
was wrong.
     

 
    Chapter 14
     
    As
soon as I picked Emily up she said, “Have you found Sylvia’s baby?”
    I
said, “Yes, but she’s not a baby anymore. I’m going to see her