If the hat fits
She was just heading home when something unusual caught Dina’s eye in the shop’s window display – a cloche-style hat in a soft shade of plum with an unusual twisted bow detail. It reminded her of one she’d seen on Downton Abbey.
She couldn’t resist taking a closer look. After all, she could do with cheering up after such a dismal job interview. Inside, she walked towards the display and picked up the hat, only for the vivid image of an older lady with a million-megawatt smile to pop into her head. Startled, she almost dropped the hat. What was happening here?
‘You saw her, didn’t you?’ The man behind the counter was beaming.
Dina nodded. ‘A woman wearing a hat exactly like this one.’
‘When you find what you’re looking for, you must return it’
The man smiled. ‘She’s Agatha Marshall, my great-grandmother,’ he explained, with pride in his voice. ‘She was an amazing woman – spent 12 years in Africa, where she discovered, among other things, a new species of frog. She put it all down to the hat – she said it found things. In fact,
