On Wednesday evening Simon Carter telephoned his' lived near Sydney with his wife and their wo children,and he telephoned Emma every told him the story of her lottery listened carefully,and got angrier and angrier.
'Is your head OK now,Mum?’
‘Yes,thank you, I'm very,very young man stole my lottery he's got a cheque for five million pounds-and I've got nothing!I don't want to be rich,but I do want to come to Australia and visit you,and Mollie,and my 's not right,Simon!I had the winning ticket,I paid for it,and that man stole it!'She began to cry.
‘Mum,listen,'said Simon.'Go and see a lawyer.’
'Idon't know any lawyers,'said Emma unhappily.'
'Look in the telephone book,'said are lawyers in every town.’
‘But lawyers are can't pay a lawyer'
‘I can pay a lawyer,'said 'm sending you some money today,through my 't cry, on your best dress and go and see a lawyer.'
‘Simon,you're a wonderful son.'
'And you're a wonderful , good luck!'
Well,Mrs Carter,how can I help you?"
It was Thursday morning and Emma was in Edwin Jones's Jones was a big man,with a red face and small blue eyes.
It's about a lottery ticket,'Emma began.
‘Ah,the wants to win the lottery!"
'But I did!'said was my ticket-my numbers.'
"Tell me about it,Mrs the beginning.'
So Emma told the lawyer everything,and he listened Emma finished,he said:
'Those numbers on the ticket-tell them to me again.'
‘5,12,23,24,38,41.'
‘And you always get a ticket with those ,Mrs Carter?”asked the lawyer.
'All those numbers are important to was born on 5th December, lived at number 24 Sandwich Road for 38 my son Simon is 41 years old.'
'I ,Mrs Carter,'Mr Jones said.‘What do youwant me to do?’
'Please talk to Sunshine Lotteries,Mr 've got my ticket.'
‘But,Mrs Carter,what can they do?All lottery tickets look the don't write their names on their tickets…Perhaps it is your ticket,but we can't prove it.'
'But we can!My ticket's different!Please listen!I always put a little kiss on my ticket .…you know,an X.'
‘Why do you do that?’
‘My son lives in Australia with his 'd like to visit them,but aeroplane tickets are very every week I get a lottery ticket and I think about Simon and his wife and my grandchildren,and I send them a 's a wonderful telephones me every never forgets ….'
The lawyer smiled.‘Yes,yes,I understand,'he said.‘My mother lives in Wales,and I telephone her every week go home now,Mrs 'm going to make some telephone and see me again tomorrow.'