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Later that night, when I should be sleeping, I came over all texty, though I

know there’s no point and there’ve been too many false hopes, and when we

did get the chance to be together just a few hours back, I screwed it up

again. Though all the time that we did nothing on the wind-blown doorstep

I was thinking how we could just run away together. Take our passports and

go. Winter in a hot country. Return here when things have cooled down.

Then I remember my aunt’s tapping on the window, the sound like a

wind-slapped branch, and when I turned, puzzled, the troubled look on

Anaya’s pretty face. I think how Jackie tried to save us both from shame by

inventing a holiday with her daughter because I knew she had to say

something because we were being watched, and it was just something she

had made up on the spot to save us from embarrassment. Like I did that day

in April when I caught her with that tosspot royal, dressed up as a fluffy

chick, and I pretended I needed her to bring in a hard-boiled egg. A hardboiled

egg! That seems so long ago, before we went mad, got written up by

the newspapers and sacked.

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