Chapter 11Her dad and Mel arrived at 10:30. She saw at once her mum wasn’t there.
“Your mum couldn’t make it. She couldn’t change her shift and they’re so short of cleaners at the hospital. They’re all fighting for their jobs and she didn’t want to look like a rebel.”
She sighed. Their lives were so hard. She hid her disappointment at not seeing her. She noticed the apparition parked by the police jeep.
“What is that?”
“It’s a 1965 Ford Zodiac Executive,” said her dad, standing back to admire it.
She had to admit it was a work of art. It was burnished bright red with fins, whitewall tires and at least a ton of chrome.
“It’s fabulous,” said Mel. “There’s leather bench seats, column change gears and it rolls like a sofa.”
“Where did you get it?” she asked, herself re-finding an oily r
