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the twelfth day of july
Haslemere. Are you coming to the station with me?â
Amyâs courage seeps away. âIâll wait here.â
âSure? Weâll probably have a pub lunch on the way back.â
âIâve got tons of things to do for the party.â
âHmm . . . Bad luck, sis . . . Looks like itâll have to be indoors.â
âOh, donât say that.â
Amy paces the house, unable to concentrate on anything. She polishes the rows of glasses for the party, checks the caterersâ list of food, which theyâll deliver tomorrow. She clears the hall of coats, muddy boots and junk mail.
She dashes out into the rain to pick pink and yellow roses, their petals cool and wet. She arranges them in the living room. She carries a vase of them upstairs, to the bedroom on the second floor where Chris will sleep. Their fragrance fills the air.
She puts blue candles in the holders on the dining-room table, fresh sandalwood soap in the downstairs loo. She throws away bundles of old newspapers, plumps the cushions, banishes Tylerâs basket to the kitchen, cleans the stained-glass windows in the hall.
The house gleams.
Tyler sleeps on a window-seat dreaming of rabbits, his ears twitching.
Slowly, the rain eases, then stops. The sun struggles out from buxom purple clouds. Leaves drip.
Amy runs up to her room. She changes her shirt three times, finally deciding on a plain white blouse, unbuttoned at the neck. Her hair flows over her shoulders, long and loose. She puts on Burnt Sienna lipstick, but her hand shakes so much the colour smudges. Impatiently, she wipes it off.
When she hears Julianâs car, she darts down the stairs and across the hall, flinging open the front door. Christopher climbs out of the car and stands beside Julian, who opens the boot and pulls out Chrisâs bag.
Amy swallows. Suddenly her voice is trapped.
Then, loudly, she calls, âHi! Welcome to Terra Firma!â
Chris turns. He shades his eyes against the sun and looks at her.
He smiles.
Amy carries a tea tray on to the terrace. The garden smells damp and fresh. She pours the dark liquid, gives out the cups, trying to steady her hand.
China clinks.
Chris and Amy talk. Their words flow into and out of each otherâs, interweaving. They laugh. Their laughter floats upwards to the fairy lights. The garden steams beneath the heat of afternoon.
Tyler barks for attention. Amy throws him half a shortÂbread biscuit. He crunches it with gusto, then scampers to the end of the garden, begging for a walk.
The phone rings in the hall. Julian says, âIâll go.â
For the first time, Amy and Chris are alone. She looks across at him. Her heart thrums in the river of quiet between them.
He leans forward. âSo ââ his hair catches the sunlight â âtomorrow. Whoâs coming to your party?â
âLots of friends. From school and the local club. Dad and Hannah will be there.â
âJules told me about her.â
âYeah . . . And Aunt Charlotte . . . and neighbours, people from the village . . .â
Chris edges his chair closer to Amyâs. âI thought you might have a boyfriend.â
Amy thinks of Pete Franklin. âNo. The boys at school are, well, boys !â She bites her lip. âNothing special. Nothing romantic . . . But what about you? You must be spoilt for choice. All those glamorous students, the girls you act with?â
He grins. âI havenât been short of offers. But nobodyâs really taken my fancy. Thereâs no one I ââ
Julian returns to the terrace. âJust somebody for Dad.â
Chris straightens his back. âI was sorry you couldnât come to see me in Cyrano de Bergerac ,â he says more loudly than necessary.
âSo was I.â Amy collects the teacups. âMy exams got in the way of everything.â
âBut they went well, yeah?â
Amy catches the half-smile in Chrisâs eyes. It