Neti hung up the telephone.
“Everything all right, love?”
“Yep,” she said, “Kat’s home.”
Despite Neti’s reassurance, Polly’s mother wasn’t convinced and gave a look to her husband. He answered with a silence.
“Is your uncle home?”
Neti rolled her eyes, “Probably.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay another night?”
“Go on, Net,” Polly said from behind her parents, still eating her lunch at the table.
Neti smiled at her friend’s enthusiasm, but she wanted to go home to spend some time with her mother. She was worried though. Kat had sounded vague and distressed on the telephone and Neti had to repeat herself several times in the short conversation. She must have another migraine, she thought to herself.
“I think I’ll go home, thanks. Rupert mightn’t be there after all.”
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