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the twelfth day of july
door with it. Amy said quickly, âDad?â
âYes, sweetheart?â
âWhat you said at breakfast. About wishing you had six weeks off.â
âSo I did.â
âHave you planned a holiday?â
âDâyou know, itâs amazing you should mention it . . .â
âOh?â Amy kept her head down. She drizzled olive oil on the salad, watched the raw spinach leaves gleam.
âItâs exactly what we discussed over lunch. We thought while youâre in Paris we could go to Wales. Just for a week. I wouldnât want you to be alone in the house . . .â
âI could always stay at Ruthâs.â
âNo, a week will be fine. Hannah wants me to meet her parents in Cardiff. Then she and I can spend a few days walking in the mountains. Fresh air, exercise . . .â
âJust what the doctor ordered.â
So now heâs meeting her parents!
Dad laughed. âReally? You wouldnât mind? You know, if Hannah and I . . .â
It wouldnât matter much if I did.
âWhatâll we do with Tyler?â
âIâll ask Dora to have him. Sheâll spoil him rotten and heâll adore it. Itâll give her a holiday too.â
Better and better.
âThatâs settled, then.â Amy picked up the salad bowl. âCould you tell Julian supperâs ready?â
Amy watched Dad leave the kitchen. This afternoon, her plan had seemed far-fetched and ridiculous. Not any more . . .
Amy opens her wardrobe and takes out the new dress. It swishes against her.
âWhat dâyou think?â
Ruth gasps. âItâs gorgeous . It mustâve cost a fortune.â
âLess than half price.â
âPut it on.â
Amy kicks off her trainers, strips off her T-shirt and jeans. Gently, she pulls the dress over her head. The silk rustles seductively.
âYou donât think itâs a bit over the top?â
âNonsense. You look fantastic . Iâve never seen you in red before. Give us a twirl.â
Amy twirls. The flared knee-length skirt lifts around her thighs.
âYouâll need shoes to match . . . and to put your hair up.â
Amy scoops it into a high ponytail. âLike that?â
âWith a red ribbon, something to set it off. Youâll look fabulous. âSpecially with that new sparkle in your eye.â
âWhat new sparkle?â Amy pretends to adjust the scoop of the dressâs neckline.
âYou tell me.â
Amy giggles. âIf you must know, Christopherâs coming to the party.â
Ruth sits up on the bed. âJulianâs friend? The one you met in Cambridge last year?â
âYes,â Amy says. âAnd I met him before, at Julianâs school. When I was thirteen.â
Ruth stares at her. âYou never told me! Amy Grant, youâre blushing! Youâre as red as your dress. You fancy him like mad. Come on, Miss I-Canât-Be-Bothered-with-Boys! Own up to Auntie Ruth.â
Amy slides the dress off, sorry to part with it. She runs her fingers down its skirt, turns to look at Ruth.
âHeâs not a boy,â she says. âHeâs twenty years old.â
âDonât you think ââ Ruth hesitates â âhe might be a bit old for you?â
Amy starts to dance around the room in her underwear, leaping and bounding, clapping her hands above her head, clicking her fingers to the beat of her body.
â Old ? My Christopher? Heâs perfect . . . Just you wait and see!â
Eight
On Friday Amy wakes to the heavy pattering of rain.
She wrenches the curtains aside and opens the window. A warm summer wind batters the trees. Lupins and delphiniums sag their bright heads beneath the torrent. Fairy lights dangle from drenched branches, trying to hold on. Puddles collect on the terrace. A drove of starlings, blue-black and glittering, swoops noisily to drink.
At midday Julian says, âIâm going to collect Chris from