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couldn’t stop grinning.  Her heart was thumping in her chest.  She thanked Mr. Reynolds profusely then after hanging up the phone, returned to Gregor’s office.
    “Just because I put you forward for the job, doesn’t mean you’ll get it,” he warned.   “They’ll probably interview at least four people for the post, but I can tell you that I think on paper at least, you’ll be the best candidate.  I’ll call you and let you know once an interview is set up.  The rest will be up to you.”
    Katy practically skipped out of the office, she was so happy to be given a chance, but after a few minutes she suddenly felt exhausted.  She was still recovering from the miscarriage and fel t dragged down by the virus she was fighting off.  The hustle and bustle of the busy town centre was tiring and the very thought of trying to locate the correct bus to take her back to the refuge was overwhelming.  Throwing caution to the wind, she decided to spoil herself by hailing a taxi, reasoning that her health and well-being were more important than saving the money it would cost.
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    Gordon waited a week after Katy walked out before trying to find her.  He thought she’d run to her mum’s house and was surprised and angry when he discovered she wasn’t there.   He’d run out of food and drinking money and the house was a mess.  Eventually, he phoned his sister Annie to try to borrow money.  He was drunk as usual and when he whined about Katy walking out over one little slap, she showed him no sympathy.
    “Good on her, serves you right,” Annie said.  “You don’t deserve her.  You’re just like Dad.  I hope she makes a fresh start and never comes back.”
    “Just phone me if you hear from her,” Gordon replied angrily.  “You’re meant to support me,” he added.  “I’m your family.”
    “More’s the pity,” Annie replied.  “I hope she does phone me so I can congratulate her for seeing sense.  Please don’t call here again.  I’ll not be giving you any money to support your drinking habit and I won’t tell you if she gets in touch.  Why don’t you get help to dry out and stop feeling sorry for yourself?”
    “Well thank s for nothing, Sis.  I’ll find her myself and when I do she’ll be sorry,” he threatened before ending the call and hurling the phone across the room.  “Women are all bitches,” he said aloud, “Bloody, ball-breaking bitches.”
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    As Katy climbed out of the taxi at the refuge the front door was thrown open and a boy aged about ten was attempting to flee down the stairs into the street.  He’d made it almost to the bottom when he was unceremoniously grabbed by Marie.  Her face looked thunderous.
    “What have I told you about hitting girls?” she screamed.  “Do you want to end up like your dad?”
    The boy began to protest.  “But Mum, she hit me first.  She was starting with me when I was trying to do my project for school.”
    “Then you come and tell me about it.  You never, ever hit your sister or any girl for that matter.  Do you understand?”
    The boy meekly nodded his agreement , but Katy could see by his expression that he felt he was being treated unfairly.
    “Now go inside and finish your work.  If your sister comes near you again, tell her I’m coming in to deal with her and I said they’ll be no ‘Coronation Street’ tonight.”
    The boy perked up.  “I’ll tell her, Mum,” he said smiling.
    “Kids, who’d have ‘em?” Marie said turning to Katy, then immediately, “Oh, I’m so sorry, Hen.  You must think I’m heartless saying that after your loss.  I dinnae mean to hurt you.  Sometimes I open my mouth and put both feet in.”
    “It’s okay, Marie,” Katy replied.  “I’m all right.”
    “Look at you coming home in a taxi, eh,” Marie said changing the subject, “Your social worker must be made of money.”
    Katy wasn’t sure about the politics of the refuge so she said nothing about paying for