The Pearl Locket. Kathleen McGurl

      ‘That’ll be one more thing to ask her, then. Perhaps you should start a list.’ Ali began peeling and chopping some carrots. ‘But remember, she didn’t get on with Betty or her father much, so she might not want to answer all your questions.’

      ‘Can try though, can’t we, when she’s better?’ Kelly grinned, stealing a chunk of raw carrot before waltzing out of the room, singing a jazzed-up version of ‘White Cliffs of Dover’. Presumably an Amelia Fay song, Ali thought.