9
Night Out
‘Look, Mum, I’m perfectly okay with staying in and watching the TV. I mean, look, it actually works. They don’t have Sky, but we could watch Eastenders, or there are some DVDs here. Frozen?’
Valerie, standing by a wardrobe next to the double bed, was shrugging on a business suit. As Lucy watched with horror, her mother produced a fake fur scarf and wrapped it around her shoulders.
‘How do I look?’
‘Like Cruella de Vil.’
Valerie lifted an eyebrow. ‘Would it work better if I wore contacts?’
‘It would be worse. Then you would definitely be Cruella de Vil. People would shut away their dogs.’
‘Come on, dear. You can’t go out for a night on the town dressed in jeans and a T-shirt.’
‘Jeans, a T-shirt, and a jumper, actually,’ Lucy said, holding up what she intended to wear, i
