Donald and I are still here. Lady M is busy rereading all about us. Frantically, looking for mistakes. She hopes you've had a great week and enjoyed reading about my little stroll along the equator. Now, we are going to give you our last extract from this book. Donald and I like this one. We went downstairs and Donald took a very active part. It's just a pity Miranda didn't hear him. It could have saved her so, so, so much grief. Next week, I'll be moving on to talk about the new book.
***
Sofia went up to the attic
room where Jack was crawling round the floor and Billy was more like a proud
father than sibling.
“Look Mum, he’ll be walking
soon.”
“You’re doing a grand job.
I’m proud of you. Miranda and Charles are getting married today. Are you coming
down to watch? Sophie’s a bridesmaid and Donny a pageboy.”
“No, I’ll stay here. You
have a good time. Maybe soon we’ll do something together again Mum, the theatre
or bowling.”
“That’ll be nice. How about
when I come back? Your grandmother will look after him.”
“Yes, fine. Bowling.”
“Okay, bowling it is when I
return.”
She left him and joined
Donald and Scott. The three of them were occupying the back seats in the room
at the Register Office when Charles and Miranda arrived closely followed by the
twins, Mr Santa, M. Frosty, Derek and Aristotle. Miranda was carrying a small
bouquet of red roses, the rest of them had a white carnation in their button
holes and Sophie had one pinned to her dress.
“They don’t look much like a
wedding party? In fact they look lost in this room; how many does it hold?”
Sofia looked around at the sixty odd empty chairs, plush red carpet, velvet
curtains and floral decorations on the windowsills. “About sixty and all this
beautiful décor totally wasted on this occasion.”
“Well let’s face it; he
doesn’t really want to marry her does he?”
They moved toward the table
in the room. Charles and Miranda stood at the front with the registrar while
Derek, Aristotle and the twins sat on the chairs. Mr Santa and Mr Frosty
shared a chair between Donny and Sophie.
The registrar, an elderly
gentleman, started the proceedings by welcoming them all and was clearly amused
by the extra and unusual guests; he gave them a special mention,
“…and ladies and gentleman I
would like to extend a warm welcome to our two additional guests today,” he
stared at them and smiled much to Donny and Sophie’s delight.
He continued with the civil
ceremony until he reached the part where he asked if anyone knew of any reason
why these two people should not be married. He looked toward the door at what
he thought was an empty room. Donald stood up and shouted,
“Me; he doesn’t love her, he
doesn’t want to marry her; he’s a gold-digger after my money. She’s still
married to me. I love her and I always will. Miranda don’t do it.”
“Sit down Donald. You know
they can’t hear you.”
“I know Scott but it was
worth one last try. If Miranda could hear me and perhaps if she has doubts.”
“You know her head is in the
clouds. There’s a physical attraction between them and he’s overwhelmed her
with promises of home, money, holidays and a lifestyle he has no intentions of
giving her.”
Miranda did hear something
but thought she had imagined hearing Donald’s voice shouting about a
gold-digger and that was the last thing C.U. was and anyway Donald would want
her to be happy and she was happier now than she had been since his death.
The service continued until
they exchanged rings. Charles had bought two matching platinum ones cheaply
from an auction site on the Net; Miranda had only given him her ring size and
had not seen the beautiful expensive looking one which he had selected
specifically for her until now. Her eyes almost popped out of her head; like
everything else from Charles it was the best and probably from the top jeweller in town. Oh Miranda! Then the registrar uttered those immortal words, “I now
pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Charles gave his new bride a
short peck on the cheek; he was too busy counting the days to April 1st
to kiss her properly. Only forty-five to go; “Operation Miranda wealthy widow”
was going to be a complete success.
Derek, who had remained
remarkably quiet all day stood up and moved forward to shake C.U.’s hand,
“Welcome to the family,” and
keep smiling he told himself. Then proceeded to kiss Miranda on the cheek and
wish her happiness.
Aristotle followed Derek
shouting “kali tiki, kali tiki, good
luck, good luck. Now, we will all enjoy delicious food, with music and dancing.
I have invited the Greek dancers to the restaurant especially for you. Come.
Come.”
Donny and Sophie followed
with Mr Santa and Mr Frosty, both like their comfort toys remained silent but
they hoped that life would not change too much and that their aunt would stay
in the house for as long as possible.
Miranda was truly in seventh
heaven or wherever it is you go when you did not think life could get any
better than this. Everyone, well all six of them were smiling and thinking
about the sumptuous feast which was going to follow. They left the building and
the excited Miranda said to herself, “I’m Mrs. Urquart-Latterley.”
***
So, if the extracts over the last weeks have whetted your appetite. . .There's still time to read the first two books, LOOK AFTER EACH OTHER and SOFIA'S LEGACY. Simply send a message on the comments, or they are available from Amazon, other online retailers and good book shops. Don't want to buy them? Borrow them from your local library
before. . .
"It's been 5 years since Sofia died, and she and the other spirits "upstairs" continue and watch the dramatic events and devastating consequences that unfold on the earthly plane. This is book 3 in the Sofia Trilogy."
Have a great week.
Love, Sofia! (and Donald)
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