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“Where on earth are you running off to?” Mum asks, sweeping the hallway floor.
“Just out,” I reply, slipping past her to grab the front-door handle.
The moment I step outside, I crash into Dad as he tries to enter the house. “b****y hell, Sean,” he says, dropping a bag of shopping on the ground. “Where’s the fire, buddy?”
“Sorry, Dad,” I reply, helping him gather up apples and a few tins. “Just going to see Freya.”
“Oh, right,” he says. “How is she? We haven’t seen her in a while.”
“Good!” I shout as I reach the pavement, throwing a quick wave at the same time.
Mum says something from the doorway, but I can’t make out her words. I’m sure it wasn’t important.
Standing outside Freya’s door, I brace myself before knocking. What if she’s in a foul mood? I’ve seen her in plenty befor
