‘What did you say?’ asks Natalie.
Cassie shakes her head. ‘My aunty is helping with supper,’ she says quietly. ‘You can meet her.’
‘She’d better get us the best food,’ Mitch says.
Cassie lets her hand slip out of Paulo’s and walks towards the supper room. Ida’s face will not shift from her mind.
The supper room smells of ham sandwiches. The long tables, covered in thick white tablecloths, fill with chattering people.
‘Over here.’ Cassie points to a corner with enough room for the five of them. She slides along the bench seat, the tablecloth brushing over her thighs. Paulo slides in beside her, Natalie and Mitch opposite and Lisa at the end of the table on a stool.
Mitch reaches across the table and jams a scone with cream into his mouth. Cream collects in the corners of his mouth. He
