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her mother’s beauty, being round and plump. Joanna, who remembered her own childhood, when she’d felt plain and dull, sympathised with her.
    But Renata’s eyes were intelligent. She would sit withBilly and his mother, sharing their snack, but saying nothing until suddenly, like the bursting of a dam, she would make an awkward attempt to reach out.
    â€˜Billy told me about his father,’ she blurted out once. ‘He says you’re divorced.’
    â€˜Yes, we are,’ Joanna said gently.
    â€˜My parents are divorced.’
    â€˜I’ve heard.’
    â€˜Billy says his father’s always calling him on his cellphone.’
    â€˜That’s right. Several times a week.’
    â€˜My mother calls me every single day,’ Renata said defiantly. ‘She bought me a cellphone just for the two of us, because she says she couldn’t get through the day without talking to me.’
    â€˜That’s a lovely thing for her to say.’
    â€˜Sometimes she cries because Papa won’t let us be together. But Mamma says one day she’s going to come and rescue me, and then we’re going to run away to the end of the world, where Papa can’t find us.’
    Her voice had been growing more wobbly as she spoke, until she was forced to stop. Joanna saw her turn away to wipe her eyes, and wondered if she was weeping because of her father’s unkindness or because she knew it was all a fantasy. She felt helpless.
    Billy had listened to this, saying nothing, but watching Renata with kindly eyes. At last he drew her away, giving his mother a brief nod, as if to say that he would take over now.
    He’s years older than ten, she thought with a wry smile.
    As the days wore on the heat mounted until the afternoons were almost unbearable.
    â€˜All right, guys, time for a break,’ she called out oneday when it was nearly one o’clock. ‘Take a siesta; come back when it’s cooler.’
    They headed for the house, eager to find shade. As often before, Joanna didn’t go with them. She loved being left alone with the work, not doing anything, simply absorbing the past.
    She brushed earth from her clothes, thankful that she’d worn wide canvas trousers that let in some air to cool her legs. Over them she had a man’s shirt, tied at the waist with one of Freddy’s old ties that she kept for the purpose. Her head was protected by a vast-brimmed canvas hat.
    She loved to stretch out in the warmth, even though someone as fair-skinned as herself had to work hard not to be burned. Years of working in the sun had turned her a permanent light brown, and bleached her hair.
    She kicked off her old canvas shoes and lay flat on the ground, arms flung wide, head obliterated by the huge hat. She supposed she looked like a hobo, but she didn’t care. This was bliss.
    Beginning to doze, she was only vaguely aware of a car stopping nearby. She sensed rather than heard someone looming over her then dropping to one knee.
    â€˜Go away,’ she muttered. ‘I’m asleep.’
    â€˜Excuse me…’
    The man’s voice was polite but firm, and there was power in the hand that grasped her shoulder. Reluctantly Joanna moved the hat aside and looked up.
    At first she couldn’t see properly. His head blotted out the sun, throwing his face into darkness.
    â€˜Who are you?’ she asked, grumpy at being disturbed.
    But she knew before he replied. Her vision was clearing and the face gazing quizzically down at her was the one she would never forget.

CHAPTER THREE
    S HE sat up, studying him. He was older, heavier, with a careworn look that did not belong on a man of only thirty-four. She saw that much in an instant, also the touch of premature grey at the sides of his head.
    He was frowning at her. ‘Have we met before?’
    â€˜We did once,’ she told him gently. ‘A long time ago.’
    â€˜Forgive me…’ He searched her face.