CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
A few days later, Mum threw a party. She called it the 'FAF Party' (Forget About Fred) and she invited everyone that mattered. The only people who were missed were my dad, of course (but that would have been a bit awkward), and Liz and Jorge (who couldn't leave the Azores at such short notice), who phoned just before it started, to give me a massive phone hug. It was almost like they were passing me their energy through the phone and it gave me such a buzz that when I opened the door to my first guest, I nearly knocked Tiffany onto the floor.
'Oh WOW, you're obviously feeling a little better?' she laughed as I grabbed her hand and led her through into the kitchen, where Mum was ready with the fruit punch she'd insisted on making - it went perfectly with the rest of th
