Chapter Twenty-Nine“Kids! Go get washed and dressed,” Juliette scrubbed at the grill pan then placed it on the drainer, along with all the other utensils she had used to serve up breakfast. “Do we have to?” Harry plodded into the kitchen, a tiresome look on his face.
“Absolutely, you have to,” she pointed at the wall clock, “you have exactly ten minutes before your dad will be here.”
He hoisted himself onto a breakfast stool, pulling on the sleeves of his too large, plain blue top.
“Where are your Spiderman pyjamas?”
“I'm too old for Spiderman, Mum,” he grumbled.
“Okay,” she replied, “well maybe we can buy you some footie ones then.”
There was no reply, just the sulky face of a pre-adolescent boy staring down at the floor.
“What's up?” Her tone was crisp, “don't you want to go to yo
