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the end of the relationship as her own had been. Probably not. She sincerely hoped not anyway. That sort of pain was something she wouldn’t wish on anyone.
    ‘Night-night,’ she called to the washing basket as she turned off the kitchen lights.
    Richard and Judy didn’t reply, but she could hear them making cosy whimpering noises in their sleep. It was all a ploy, of course. Part of the nightly routine. They gave her half an hour to warm up the bed, then they shot upstairs and squirmed their way beneath the duvet, spending all night curled against her, as comforting as matching grey silky hot-water bottles.
    All in all it had been a lovely evening, she thought, as she climbed the stairs, crossed the landing noting that the light was on in Lu’s room and opened her own bedroom door. Mitzi nodded sagely to herself as she dragged on her pyjamas. Tomorrow was the start of a whole new life … that was obviously the way to look at things. As a challenge. Setting herself new targets. New goals. Something new each day until she felt as though there was a purpose and … the shrill of the telephone interrupted her life-plan.
    ‘Bugger …’ She scrabbled around on the dressing table for the upstairs handset. ‘Okay, okay … Where the hell is it? And if it’s Niall ringing to speak to Lulu then he’ll get damn short shrift – ah!’ She rescued the phone from a jumble of make-up, moisturisers and cotton-wool balls. The life-laundry was clearly well overdue.
    ‘Hello? Oh, it’s you …’ She pulled a face as she recognised her ex-husband’s voice.
    ‘Mitzi, sorry it’s so late,’ Lance whispered. ‘But I had to call to see how you were.’
    ‘It’s nearly midnight,’ Mitzi hopped around with only one leg in her pyjama trousers. ‘And if you’re whispering because Jennifer might hear you then it’s probably better that you didn’t ring at all.’
    ‘Don’t be like that, love. You know Jennifer doesn’t like me calling you, but she’s asleep – I think – and I couldn’t let today go by without seeing if you’d survived.’
    ‘Of course I’ve survived. And don’t call me “love”,’ Mitzi muttered with the handset lodged beneath her chin as she finally managed to pull her pyjama trousers on. ‘It was fine. It is fine. It will be fine—’
    ‘Give the bloody declensions a break,’ Lance chuckled. ‘I would have come over but Jennifer didn’t go to the gym and I couldn’t get away.’
    ‘For heaven’s sake! Listen to yourself. You make me sound like some sort of mistress. We had a great night – the girls were here, and Flo and Clyde, and Lav and Lob came round, and we had a bit of a party.’
    ‘Oh – good …’ Lance sounded wistful. ‘As long as you weren’t alone.’
    ‘No, I wasn’t – but even if I had been it’s hardly your responsibility any more is it? Look, I appreciate you phoning but everything’s okay. Now hang up before Jennifer wakes up and demands to know who you’re talking to. Oh, and by the way, Lu’s here. She’s left Niall. Goodnight.’
    With a smug smirk, knowing that Lance would be rattled, and probably Jennifer wouldn’t have been asleep at all and would ask probing and awkward questions all night, Mitzi clambered into bed and reached for her book. Richard and Judy soft-footed into the bedroom and landed on either side of her, making a huge fuss of trampling the duvet into the correct shape and purring loudly before settling down with twin feline sighs.
    Mitzi stroked them both and smiled. She was safe and warm, Lulu was tucked up in the next bedroom, Doll was at home with Brett, and the cats were happy. What more could she ask? Okay, so now she was retired life was going to be pretty boring, but she could cope with that.
    She started to read, listening to the wind spattering the rain against the window outside. The book was a blood andguts crime novel, with all sorts of mayhem being thrown at the poor heroine and the tension being ratcheted up in