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Yvette’s shifts at the cafe brightened when Heather appeared and dimmed again when she left, snatches of conversation arousing flashes of fond memories. Of the day Heather’s father had taken them to Underwater World, and they’d held hands in awe of the sharks circling above them, all grey menace beyond a thickness of glass tube. Stingrays, with their ribboning fins and barbed tails, looming shadows gliding by. The sea horses adorned with befuddling ornamentations hovering above friezes of pretty coral. Heather’s older brother Angus had come along too, a sullen, spotty teenager interested only in spooking his little sister and her scrawny friend. Despite his efforts, they’d had a fabulous time. There were ice-creams and fish and chips and then the long drive home.
Back at the flat she
