style="font-size:15px;"> If this was going to be another long drawn out story Daisy was likely to scream. ‘Yes, why?’
‘She kind of gets these feelings. It’s a bit like a spiritual medium but not really the same. They’re like a sixth sense message from those who’ve left us. And she said to tell you but I wasn’t sure if you’d think she was mad or not and I didn’t want to upset you and—’
‘Tamsyn, please spit it out.’
Tamsyn took a deep breath. ‘She felt your mum’s presence. She said she could tell Sandy was pleased you were home and she wanted you to stay.’
Daisy didn’t know what to think. She had seen no evidence herself of life after death so she had no reason to believe in it. But the thought of some sort of contact from her mum had such a powerful draw it wrestled hard with her logical mind. Daisy swallowed. Another car honked at her and overtook, nearly clipping her bike.
‘We can’t stay here. Get on,’ instructed Daisy.
Tamsyn shook her head. ‘It’s too dangerous without a helmet.’
‘I’ll go at like five miles an hour – it’ll be fine. Or better still, you can have mine.’
Tamsyn shook her head. ‘It’s illegal. Hang on, I have an idea.’ She ran off towards the barbers. Moments later she came out wearing a black crash helmet featuring a bloodied skull design, which looked interesting when teamed with her long flowing summer dress.
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