“The bike will fit in the back,” Hannah suggests.
She is already out of the car and has the boot open. She proceeds to lower the rear seats while I stand by unsure how to react.
“I’m Hannah, by the way.”
“Lucy,” I manage.
“Having a bad day?” she asks.
“Something like that.” I’m having a bad life.
Hannah takes my bike frame off me and puts it across the back seats. There is nothing else for me to do but slide into the passenger seat. I give her directions to my house when she asks. Hannah chats as we drive, but doesn’t expect me to answer which is fine with me. She drops me off at the front of my place and doesn’t comment on the crappy house and street I live on. She gives me a little wave as she drives off.
I carry my bike frame around the back and hope Mum doesn’t find it. She’ll g
