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bedroom, Mum? What was it like? Was it very princessy?”
    Tess thought of all this now as she made her way around the back of the house, following on Silkie’s trail through the brambles. The old knot garden, created by her great-great-grandmother, was nothing more than a big mound of thistles. The walls surrounding the orchard were in a state of collapse. Tess could understand why nobody wanted to buy Avalon House; beautiful as it was, perched high on the hill overlooking Avalon and the sea, it would cost an absolute fortune to make it habitable again. Soon it would go the way of the abbey and be reduced to a pile of stones, and the past would be buried with it.
    Tess pulled up sharply. Told herself there was no point thinking about the old days. The future was what mattered.
    “Come on, Silkie,” she said briskly, then she turned and headed away from the house. Soon, the beautiful sweep of Avalon Bay opened out in front of her and picking up speed she strode down the drive. There was a lot to do today. She didn’t have time to get lost in the past.

    Zach’s bedroom smelled of teenager: socks, some new, desperately cheap aftershave he adored, and the musky man/boy scent so different from the little-boy smell she used to adore.
    “Time to get up, love,” she said, giving his shoulder a shake and putting a cup of tea on his bedside locker.
    A grunt from under the covers told her he was alive and sort of awake.
    “I’ll be back in ten minutes with the cold cloth if you’re not up,” she warned. She’d used the cold cloth on her sister too. Years ago, the threat of a cold, wet flannel shoved under the covers had been the only way to get Suki out of bed each morning.
    Kitty was easier to wake. Tess kissed her gently on the cheek and made Kitty’s favorite cuddly toy, Moo, dance on the pillow for a minute, whispering “Time for breakfast!” in Moo’s bovine voice.
    By eight, both of her children were at the table, Kitty chatting happily and Zach bent over his cereal sleepily.
    Silkie, happy after her walk and breakfast, lay under the kitchen table, hoping for crumbs.
    The next hurdle for Tess was making Kitty’s lunch while simultaneously eating her own breakfast and checking that whatever she’d taken out of the freezer the night before was on the way to defrosting for dinner.
    “Why don’t we fall off the Earth if it’s round and it’s in space?” Kitty wanted to know.
    Tess considered this. “It’s gravity,” she said. “There’s a magnetic pull . . .”
    She stalled, wondering how to explain it all and trying to dredge the facts from her mind. Kitty asked a lot of questions. At least the heaven and angel phase was over, but she feared that “Where do babies come from?” wouldn’t be far away.
    “Can you explain why we don’t all fall off the Earth, Zach, love?” she begged her son.
    He looked up from his bowl. “Gravity, Newton, Laws of Physics. Don’t ask me, I dropped physics last year.”
    “What’s physics?” said Kitty. “Is it a person who can see the future? Julia says her mum’s always going to physics. She says they might win the lottery, but only on a Wednesday night. Do we do the lottery, Mum?”
    “No,” said Tess. “But we should,” she added, thinking of their bank balance.
    “We could do it on Wednesday,” Kitty said, “with my pocket money.”
    “You’ve spent all your pocket money,” teased Zach.
    “Have not.”
    “Yes you have.”
    “I have money in my Princess Jasmine tin,” Kitty replied haughtily. “Loads of money. More than you.”
    “She probably does,” remarked Tess, putting a plate with two poached eggs in front of her son. Zach’s appetite had gone crazy in the past year and he hoovered up food. Since breakfast was considered the most vital meal of the day, she was trying to get him to eat protein each morning, even though he said eggs made him “want to puke.”
    “No puking,” Tess instructed. “You’ve got games today.”
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