Chapter 7
Mr. Fenton knew. Christy was sure of it. His face when looking at the mistletoe had spoken volumes. His expression of sheer horror when Christy had kissed him said it all. Christy burned all over every time he thought about what he had done. He still couldn’t believe he’d actually kissed him. Kissed Mr. Fenton. Christie shivered when he thought of the fleeting scent of Mr. Fenton he’d had, that moment of warmth, of closeness. Then he thought about the expression of shock and horror on Mr. Fenton’s face and felt cold and sick. He knew. Knew what Christy was. He couldn’t bear it.
He stood in the back room shivering with anxiety. He needed to check on his mother, so he got out his old clothes and prepared to change. He wouldn’t go in his work clothes in case March made another gra
