courtyard inside. She crossed it, looked into a dark doorway, and immediately saw the boy called Clancy sitting on a stone platform: watching her from under his hood.
âHallo, Hooded Boy,â said Heidi. âYou must have heard me crashing about.â
âI did. Iâve seen you passing before, on your flying way. Is that what you do, in the real world? Youâre a teen athletics star?â
âNothing like. I never ran except for a bus, until I came here. I donât know why I started, but itâs good exercise Are you living in here?â
She could see a drab-coloured one-man tent behind him; the kind you inflate.
âShould I have asked your permission?â
âNot me, my owners. I wouldnât bother. Isnât it too cold to sleep out?â
âNah. My bivvyâs a Five Season, and I can have a fire in here if Iâm careful.â
âYou swept away the snow in the courtyard so you wouldnât leave footprints, I get it. How do you manage the steps?â
The hooded boy shrugged. âDoes it matter? I like being left alone. Got some issues.â
Heidi nodded politely. She thought she knew what was on the form heâd shown to Tanya, and she was not impressed. Mental Health Issues: it had to be, from that special look Tanya gave him. The Hooded Boy had a toffâs accent. His family must have fixed it, which Heidi thought was completely stupid. How could a few years of farm work be worse than having MHI on your file for life? But it wasnât her business.
âOkay then. Iâll be off.â
âNo, stay: youâre all right. Whatâs it like, being Indentured?â
Heidi sat cross-legged on the pavement. âNot bad. I have a roof over my head. Flush toilet, hot water a few flights of stairs away; three meals a day. Itâs a weird deal though. The Gardens all gone to ruin, when youâd think theyâd be in Food Production. And Tallis and Roger, my owners, are pretty strange. Theyâre not really old, or helpless, but they dress like beggars, never go out, never get calls. Except Brooklynâs mum turned up todayââ
âBrooklyn is the very thin girl with the hat?â
âYeah. I thought she was anorexic but itâs heart. Her mum delivers supplies. She said she was going to explain everything. She didnât, but I think Iâm getting the idea. Itâs Roger, the brother. Iâve a feeling heâs been in trouble. I think he might be on a long-term tag.â
âYouâre living with a dangerous criminal. Terrific.â
Heidi was trying not to worry about the face that had looked into her room. What was the point? There was nothing she could do. Verruca had given her fair warning: sheâd get no protection from Angel Care.
She shrugged. âIâm not bothered. Tallis keeps him out of my way. Sheâs supposed to have moderate vascular dementia, but I donât know. Sheâs not like a normal confused person. She doesnât repeat herself, sheâs sharp as often as sheâs crazy and she doesnât move or act the way people with dementia do. You know: that where am I lookââ
âWhat do you mean , normal ? Dementia isnât normal.â
âWell, not now. But the Elders weâre assigned are likely to be too old to have benefited from the treatments, so if they do have dementia, theyâre stuck with it. Thatâs why everyone gets taught about it, in Sharing the Care One . You must have done Sharing the Care One? â
âNah, Iâm faking it. Whatâs it to you? My old dearâs definitely demented. She doesnât even know her own name.â
âDoes she have family?â
âA daughter who disappeared in the Occupation, with her husband and kids. And a son whoâs not interested. No contact , it says on the form.â
âTry talking about the past. Get her to look at old photos. Normal dementia canât attack