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to stay in touch. Already it seemed a million
miles away. I did a search to find Alex Taylor’s page. I just wanted to see his photo and remember the way he’d looked at me the last time I saw him. We weren’t Facebook friends,
and my finger hovered over the Add Friend link but I didn’t. He’d probably forgotten all about me and, anyway, now some other Juliet was getting to look into his eyes and snog him in
rehearsals.
    I checked my mobile next. There were seven messages from Allegra getting increasingly insistent that I call her. She seemed a million miles away too and the thought of not seeing her every day
made me feel desolate. I switched the phone off without replying. I was grateful that Tasmin wasn’t coming back so I had at least one night alone in the perfumed, pink bedroom. There would be
no one to hear me sob into my pillow.

Chapter Six
    I woke to find the cat curled up on my bed. On seeing me wake, it got up, stretched, then came to nuzzle my nose. I noticed it was wearing a collar with an identity medal.
Snowy, it said, which struck me as funny because the cat was black. It was comforting to have it purring softly in my ear.
    I hadn’t slept well. The pillows were lumpy and the duvet too heavy for the spring weather. Back home, Mum had always bought Egyptian cotton for our beds, with pillows and duvets made from
Hungarian goose feathers, which were as light as clouds. They’d gone in storage with the rest of our things, but maybe Mum could retrieve the bed linen at least.
But that would probably
make us look ungrateful or snobbish
, I thought as I lay there and stroked Snowy. Maybe not such a good idea.
    There was a knock on the door. ‘You decent?’ called Aunt Karen.
    ‘Yes,’ I called back and the door opened and she came in. ‘Is the cat a boy or girl?’
    ‘Girl. She’s a bit friendlier than Tasmin, hey? I am sorry about her behaviour – Tasmin’s, that is, not the cat’s!’ she said. ‘She’s a good girl
at heart and she’ll come round. She’s just a bit put out at having her space invaded.’ She looked around the room. ‘Usually no one’s allowed in here. It’s her
very private hiding place from the rest of us.’
    ‘Will she be back today?’
    ‘She better had be. It’s school tomorrow. Talking of which, I’m going to show your mum more of the local area so she can get her bearings – your school, the local shops
and so on. Want to come?’
    I shook my head. I felt a need to spend the morning on my laptop and Facebook seeing what my friends back home were up to, and I had to reply to Allegra. I couldn’t avoid her forever.
She’d sent another text this morning.
Task of the day
, it read.
Find 4 fit boys. Report back. Send photos on iPhone.
Typical Allegra. She probably thought that would cheer
me up, but even if I did find any attractive boys, it would only remind me that my chance with Alex had gone with the rest of my old life, and if I did meet any new ones, I’d be back to being
my usual tongue-tied self without Allegra there to break the ice. ‘Maybe later?’ I said to Aunt Karen.
    ‘OK. Help yourself to breakfast when you’re up,’ she said. ‘There’s cereal and toast. Juice is in the fridge. And text us when you want to join us later.’ She
was about to leave, then turned back. ‘I want you to make yourself at home, Paige, so please do. In the meantime, your mum needs a bit of a distraction so I might taking her shopping in town
this afternoon too.’
    ‘OK, that will be good,’ I lied. Not that Mum didn’t like shopping. She did. A lot. However, going round the shops might just rub it in that another aspect of our new life was
that she could look but no longer buy what she wanted. ‘Is Dad up?’
    Aunt Karen nodded. ‘Ages ago. Mike’s taken him out in the car to help him get to know the area better and I think they’re going to check out a few letting agencies too –
see what’s available, how much and so on. When you’re