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Authors: Tilly Tennant
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didn’t see, these were the things that felt like old friends. ‘I haven’t been to Stonehenge in years,’ she said warmly.
‘Spencer needs help on the trip,’ Jasmine cut in. ‘You said so, didn’t you, Spence?’
‘The more the merrier as far as I’m concerned,’ he replied. ‘We always need all the help we can get.’
‘I don’t know…’ Millie began. ‘I have a lot to do myself.’
‘I’m going,’ Jasmine said. ‘And it would do you good not to think about the bakery for a few hours.’
‘Why don’t I strike you a deal?’ Spencer offered. ‘What if I pop back when I’m done planning, to help you clear out, and then you come with us next week? I can’t promise I’ll be strong like lion ,’ he said, putting on a fake macho voice, ‘like my mate Dylan here, but I can scrub a floor with the best of them.’
‘Or, how about you stay and help now,’ Jasmine cut in, ‘and I’ll print you some stuff off about Stonehenge at home and bring it to the pub for you? I’m at home knocking about with the kids anyway and Rich will be locked away in the study working his musical magic. I might as well be doing something useful.’
‘That is tempting…’ Spencer smiled. ‘Honestly, Jas, where were you when I was at uni? I could have done with someone researching for me then.’
Jasmine laughed. ‘I’ll bet you could.’
‘Sounds like a plan to me,’ Dylan agreed.
‘And if the boys are helping you today, Millie, that means you can join us on the trip to Stonehenge,’ Jasmine continued.
Mille paused for a moment before letting out a sigh. ‘I suppose I can’t refuse an offer like that.’ She frowned. ‘Won’t I have to have police checks and things if I’m out with the children on your trip?’
‘As you’re not alone with them there’s no need for all that. We just need your address and date of birth and we’ll be good to go.’
‘Maybe I should come to Stonehenge…’ Dylan said thoughtfully.
‘ You’d need police checks,’ Jasmine shot back. ‘And they’d all come back with a great big red no way stamped on them.’
Dylan’s face split into a huge grin. ‘The kids would come back from the trip way cooler than they went.’
‘That’s what I’m afraid of,’ Jasmine said with a sideways glance at her brother.
T hree hours later and the ground floor of the old bakery was a lot clearer than it had been when Millie arrived. She could see the actual stone flags of the floors, and upstairs, although her bedroom was still a luxury spider retreat, at least she had progressed from mattress on floorboards to the outrageous decadence of an assembled bed, complete with legs and headboard. Not only that, but she also had a flat-pack wardrobe that was no longer flat; if only, she mused, she could find the boxes that contained the majority of her clothes and shoes to fill it. So far, the few clothes she had stuffed into a small suitcase had been enough to tide her over.
Having Dylan and Spencer over had also meant that she didn’t have to listen to Ruth Evans prattling on when the old lady called just after eleven. Dylan had charmed the old woman into submission, and she had fallen into silent and awestruck contemplation of his perfect form as he moved debris and boxes and fixed bits of furniture together, whistling and shouting instructions to the less capable Spencer. Despite his practical shortcomings, Spencer was a welcome addition to the crowd that filled the old bakery that morning, for what he lacked in practical skills, he more than made up for in intelligent conversation. Millie could have listened to him talk about books he had read and films he had watched all day. Spencer was the bridge between the three. While he was there, Millie felt safe having Dylan around, like Spencer was a filter who neutralised all the sexual angst that invaded her thoughts when her neighbour was near. And Spencer was attractive, in his own way, but it was something altogether less
‘Spencer needs help on the trip,’ Jasmine cut in. ‘You said so, didn’t you, Spence?’
‘The more the merrier as far as I’m concerned,’ he replied. ‘We always need all the help we can get.’
‘I don’t know…’ Millie began. ‘I have a lot to do myself.’
‘I’m going,’ Jasmine said. ‘And it would do you good not to think about the bakery for a few hours.’
‘Why don’t I strike you a deal?’ Spencer offered. ‘What if I pop back when I’m done planning, to help you clear out, and then you come with us next week? I can’t promise I’ll be strong like lion ,’ he said, putting on a fake macho voice, ‘like my mate Dylan here, but I can scrub a floor with the best of them.’
‘Or, how about you stay and help now,’ Jasmine cut in, ‘and I’ll print you some stuff off about Stonehenge at home and bring it to the pub for you? I’m at home knocking about with the kids anyway and Rich will be locked away in the study working his musical magic. I might as well be doing something useful.’
‘That is tempting…’ Spencer smiled. ‘Honestly, Jas, where were you when I was at uni? I could have done with someone researching for me then.’
Jasmine laughed. ‘I’ll bet you could.’
‘Sounds like a plan to me,’ Dylan agreed.
‘And if the boys are helping you today, Millie, that means you can join us on the trip to Stonehenge,’ Jasmine continued.
Mille paused for a moment before letting out a sigh. ‘I suppose I can’t refuse an offer like that.’ She frowned. ‘Won’t I have to have police checks and things if I’m out with the children on your trip?’
‘As you’re not alone with them there’s no need for all that. We just need your address and date of birth and we’ll be good to go.’
‘Maybe I should come to Stonehenge…’ Dylan said thoughtfully.
‘ You’d need police checks,’ Jasmine shot back. ‘And they’d all come back with a great big red no way stamped on them.’
Dylan’s face split into a huge grin. ‘The kids would come back from the trip way cooler than they went.’
‘That’s what I’m afraid of,’ Jasmine said with a sideways glance at her brother.
T hree hours later and the ground floor of the old bakery was a lot clearer than it had been when Millie arrived. She could see the actual stone flags of the floors, and upstairs, although her bedroom was still a luxury spider retreat, at least she had progressed from mattress on floorboards to the outrageous decadence of an assembled bed, complete with legs and headboard. Not only that, but she also had a flat-pack wardrobe that was no longer flat; if only, she mused, she could find the boxes that contained the majority of her clothes and shoes to fill it. So far, the few clothes she had stuffed into a small suitcase had been enough to tide her over.
Having Dylan and Spencer over had also meant that she didn’t have to listen to Ruth Evans prattling on when the old lady called just after eleven. Dylan had charmed the old woman into submission, and she had fallen into silent and awestruck contemplation of his perfect form as he moved debris and boxes and fixed bits of furniture together, whistling and shouting instructions to the less capable Spencer. Despite his practical shortcomings, Spencer was a welcome addition to the crowd that filled the old bakery that morning, for what he lacked in practical skills, he more than made up for in intelligent conversation. Millie could have listened to him talk about books he had read and films he had watched all day. Spencer was the bridge between the three. While he was there, Millie felt safe having Dylan around, like Spencer was a filter who neutralised all the sexual angst that invaded her thoughts when her neighbour was near. And Spencer was attractive, in his own way, but it was something altogether less
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