B.J. Sophie, what are you doing here. I must have slipped and fell and hit
my head. Look at me, I'm a mess.

S. You did fall, and a voice spoke to me and told me to find you, and here I
am.

B.J. Well thank God for that. A voice. Really? What kind of voice?

S. She had a very nice voice. It was not the voice of my mother, I am sure
of that?

B.J. She was an angel. An angel told you to look after me. Violet must be
worried sick! Lets get back to the house. I thought that you told me that
you mother was dead. Does she speak to you from the grave?

S. She used to, but not any more, I am sure of that.

B.J. What kind of life did you used to lead Sophie? That is all in the past,
I talk to you and to the angels of heaven. Is that all right?

B.J. Of course it is Sopie, I wouldn't have it any other way!