CHAPTER 14
Robbie is refusing to speak to me. All the way home I try to engage with him, first of all by adopting the softly soft approach. When that doesn’t work, my tone gets firmer, eventually I lose my temper and I’m a few octaves away from shouting.
“Where are you going?” I demand, as he increases his step into a light jog.
“Home,” he yells over his shoulder, “leave me alone.”
My mouth flaps open as he disappears up the street. I long for Mum’s calming influence, she knew exactly how to deal with a crisis and that’s what Robbie’s become. He’s in big trouble and the flippant manner in which he’s dealing with this is grating on my nerves. I quicken my step and soon enough I’m pushing open the gate and slotting my key into the lock. I stumble over the threshold. The house is
