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followed him. ‘I know Louise mightn’t react well initially, but Clara is very introverted,’ he said. ‘I think as her sister you should say something to her.’
    ‘There is no way I’m going to tell Louise how to raise her child. She’d rip my head off. Besides, Louise always felt  she  was under-stimulated when she was young. She’s overcompensating with Clara.’
    Harry sat on the bed and put on his socks. ‘Well, I’m glad you’re not like that. I want our boys to be well rounded.’
    We could hear them thundering around downstairs. ‘Do you think they’ll ever calm down?’ I asked.
    Harry buttoned his shirt. ‘Of course they will. In the blink of an eye they’ll be moody teenagers who never want to get out of bed.’
    That sounded great to me. The boys, without fail, woke up at six. I hadn’t had a lie-in for nine years.
    I handed Harry one of his new silk ties. As he knotted it, he said, ‘To be fair, they’ve been really well behaved since they moved to Castle Academy. I know you were against it because of the fees, but I think now you’ll admit I was right. The school really does suit them.’
    I still hadn’t told Harry about the Sebastian ‘incident’ and the official warning. He was so happy, so sure that Castle Academy was the right school for the boys, that I didn’t want anything to ruin it.
    He put on his suit jacket. ‘Maybe the other mothers aren’t so bad when you get to know them. Sophie used to be friendly with one of them, didn’t she?’
    I flicked through the rails of clothes and fished around for something else to try on. ‘“Used to be” are the key words. Victoria dropped Sophie like a hot potato as soon as she lost her money.’
    I pulled on a pair of cream Capri pants and a pink chiffon shirt with little cream daisies on it. I twirled. ‘Well?’
    Harry kissed me. ‘You look gorgeous. Now go and knock ’em dead.’
    ‘Can you meet me for lunch later so I can tell you how it went?’
    ‘Sorry. I’ve got a day of meetings about a new computer program we’re working on that could really help to speed up internal communication.’
    I stifled a yawn. After fifteen years of marriage I still had no idea what Harry did. I knew he was a computer programmer, but after that it got a bit hazy. I’d thought he might give up work when he inherited the money from his aunt but he said he wanted to keep working. I was glad because, with the golf club and all of the fund-manager chat, Harry needed something of his old life to keep his feet on the ground.
    ‘OK. I’ll tell you all about it tonight.’ I was disappointed he couldn’t meet me. I had already rung Sophie, Louise and Marian to see if any of them were free for lunch, but none of them was. Everyone was so busy all the time. Everyone except me.
    ‘I’m not around tonight. I’m meeting Donald McGreegan for dinner at the club.’
    ‘Again?’ I was exasperated: it was the eighth time Harry had met Donald or one of his other golf cronies for dinner that month. I didn’t like the sound of Donald McGreegan. From what Harry had told me about him, he sounded like a pompous old git, but Harry was mesmerized by him and his success in business. He hung on Donald’s every word. It was Donald who had persuaded Harry to send the boys to Castle Academy – he had been a pupil there.
    Another night in by myself, then. I was fed up with Harry ditching me for his new friends. I seemed to have been on my own all the time recently.
    Harry set off for work and I stomped down to the kitchen to get the boys ready for school. As I opened the door I heard, ‘Run for your life.’ The triplets tore out of the back door into the garden. I surveyed the scene. The two chocolate roulades I had spent ages making the night before were in tatters on the table. They both had big chunks cut out of them. Not content with eating lumps from one, they had attacked the other, too.
    Tom was sitting in the middle of the chaos with a spoon in his