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Mrs Turner, officially.’ Dad gets a glare for never having married her.
    ‘Oh, okay. Well thanks Dora for letting me come for tea.’
    Lindsay walks outside. She pulls her coat around her tighter. It must be freezing out. I don't want to leave the lovely centrally heated house.
    Before I can mull it over any longer, my mother pushes my coat into my arms and bumps me with her hip. I follow Lindsay.
    'I'll walk you to the bus stop then,' I tell her.
    She giggles. 'Your mother’s so funny.'
    'If you like her, she’s yours. Free of charge.'
    'No thanks. I have all on with my own. Mine's a right misery. Yours is fun.'
    'She's embarrassing. I don't know what possessed her to dye her fringe blue. She's old. She should behave.'
    We reach the stop just as the bus comes round the corner.
    'Night, Tyler. Can't wait to see what happens to you next.' She kisses my cheek and jumps on the bus.
    'Yeah, glad you find my life so entertaining. Who needs Netflix?' I shout after her.
    She walks down the aisle and sits by the window. I watch as the bus pulls away. She waves. I raise my hand and return the wave. Then I leg it back to my warm house and switch on the Xbox, cursing that my fingers are numb.
     

 
    Chapter Four
     
    It's time for Operation Jennifer. I put on a sad face and walk into the kitchen holding my interview suit in my hand.
    I sigh. 'Morning Mum.'
    Her eyes glance over the suit. ‘Is something important happening?'
    'Kind of. I’ve been thinking about what you said, about increasing my hours at work,' I lie. 'So I thought I’d ask Donna today but I need to look the part. The trouble is, you haven't taught me to iron yet so I’ll have to wear it creased.' I sigh again. Then I peer up at the clock on the wall, ‘Oh my God is that the time? I can’t arrive late they’ll never give me extra hours.’
    Mum rushes towards me. 'Pass it here. Get showered—quick. I’ll do it this once since it's for a good cause.’ She waves me away with her hand. ‘Go on, shoo.’
    Bingo!
    I have a quick shower then check my emails while she irons.
     
    At work its twenty questions about why I'm dressed to the nines just to sit behind the till. With all the excitement about a suit, I swear these people have nothing else in their lives. I explain I've got to go to the bank at lunchtime to get some financial advice.
    Lindsay listens to my spiel, raises an eyebrow and walks away.
    At lunchtime, I head straight for Henderson's Bank. My sister's boyfriend, Dylan, is the Assistant Manager there. I ask the receptionist to find him for me.
    Dylan rubs his jaw. 'Everything alright, Tyler? Is Camille okay?'
    'Eh? No idea. Just wanted to ask your advice about something. Have you got time or should I make an appointment?'
    'Oh, okay. Well, come through to the desk. I was about to head to the staffroom for lunch but would you be okay if I eat a sandwich while we chat?'
    'Sure.'
    I follow him to his desk. It’s weird seeing him all dressed up in a suit instead of his usual jeans. He looks important seated behind his computer screen. That’s the image I want to show.
    'Well, I must say, I'm surprised you're here, mate. I thought you'd put up some resistance to your mum's eviction notice.'
    I shake my head from daydreaming. 'Erm, what?'
    'You being here. It’s about a mortgage, right? I'll see what appointments we've got open so we can get your application up and running. Good idea to get your approval in advance. Have you decided against renting then, or are you keeping your options open?'
    Dylan types into his computer screen.
    Whoa. What's he on? Mortgage application? I came in to ask if Jennifer was single and get the low down on her. I look at my feet. Think I’ll make my excuses and go. I’ll ask about her another time.
    'Right. You don't work Friday's, do you? So Friday… at ten am.'
    'Er Dylan, sorry I disturbed your lunch—'
    'Only that's the only appointment Jennifer has free that day.'
    My mouth’s still open from being in