CHAPTER 26
I’ve cadged a lift off Heather to Hayes Academy later on in the morning. I’m waiting for her outside with a box full of junk and a few paintings of Dads I’ve managed to talk him into parting with. She screeches up at the kerb side, her exhaust is clapping and there’s a flume of grey smoke erupting from it.
“You should get that seen too,” I say as she gets out to open the boot.
“This is my baby,” she pats the roof of her car, “my new status on f*******: is that I’m in a relationship with my car.”
I roll my eyes and plonk my stuff inside. “Thanks for picking me up, I didn’t fancy struggling with this lot on the bus.”
“No problem.” Heather bangs the boot shut. “I was glad to get away from the florists. We’ve had a batch of lilies in and they’ve been making me constantly
