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they were going to put their stuff. I felt tears sting my eyes at the thought of them squashed in there on the fold-out bed. How
different to their beautiful room back home with its marble en-suite bathroom that was three times the size of this tiny make-do room. But the house in Richmond wasn’t ‘back home’
any more, was it?
    I sniffed back my tears.
I am not going to get upset over this
, I told myself as I looked in the bathroom. It was simple enough; white with a wooden floor, a bath with shower and
curtain in it. The loo was in a separate room next door. Thank heavens for that
,
I thought. It would have been awful if the loo had been in the bathroom, with the number of people living
here. Up another narrow flight of stairs was the fourth and largest bedroom with bunk beds at one end and a single bed under the eaves at the other. Like the sitting room, there was stuff
everywhere: books, toys, games and clothes all over the place. It smelt of unwashed socks.
Must be the boys’ room
, I thought as I closed the door.
    Going back down the stairs, I felt angry about our situation and sad at the same time. I didn’t know what to do with the feelings and they seemed to have locked inside of me, leaving me
numb. I couldn’t be angry with Mum or Dad. I could see how hard this move had hit them and we’d always been told at school that to be miserable because things weren’t going your
way was a waste of time. If times were tough, you could sink or swim. It was true. I could be miserable as hell but it wasn’t going to change things. I had no option but to swim, to make the
best of it, and that’s exactly what I was going to do, Tasmin or no Tasmin, rotten luck or not.
    I went back onto the ground floor and saw Aunt Karen was looking at Mum with concern and holding her hand. On the coffee table in front of them was a bottle of wine and two glasses. I could tell
from the way they were sitting close on the sofa that they were having a heart-to-heart
.
Not a time to interrupt
, I thought and tiptoed into the kitchen. It wasn’t as bad as
I’d expected and was a large light space, with a dining table to the right, next to glass doors that opened out to a terrace and small fenced-off garden. I could see Simon and Joe kicking
about a football with a small dog trying to join in and barking at their heels. A cat came out from under the table and meowed pleadingly. I looked around for cat food, found a box of dry food and
put some out.
God, there’s nowhere to get away from anyone here
, I thought as I wondered what to do with myself next. I’d had enough tea to last a lifetime so I decided to
creep back upstairs and unpack what I could.
    When I got back up there, I went over to look out of the window. I’d fallen asleep for the last half-hour of the journey down so hadn’t really noticed where we were or seen anything
of Bath as we drove through. The weather had changed since we’d arrived and it was grey and dismal. I noticed a sudden movement below to my right. Someone was on the path leading out of the
house next door. I drew back so that I couldn’t be seen. A tall slim boy with tousled brown hair who looked about seventeen or eighteen was walking a blonde girl out to the road.
    At the gate, they stopped, then after saying something, she wrapped her arms around him and they kissed goodbye. She seemed reluctant to leave and, after a while, he pulled back, looked at his
watch then playfully pushed her away. She pouted as if she didn’t want to leave, so he kissed her again, briefly this time, then said something. I couldn’t hear, but from his body
language, it looked like he was telling her he had things to do, had to go. She finally went on her way and the boy disappeared back into his house. I watched the girl walk off down the street and
soon she disappeared too. I was about to turn back when I noticed that the boy had reappeared.
    He crept along the path back to the street and checked that the