#2001 That Phone Will Be the Death of You

The ground shook. In a distance the slow rumbling of plane engines could be heard. Sophie crawled under a table clutching on to Tilly the rabbit.

“We shouldn’t even be here!” Elizabeth rushed for the phone, fumbling as she spun the dial.

“Hello?”

“Mother, Sophie and I are at –”

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