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And then Norah said, ‘Do I know you?’

Poppy almost laughed. Norah knewpreciselywho she was. Her reaction had made that crystal clear. ‘Norah, I think you know...’ she began to say.

Norah then made the most preposterous song and dance of remembrance. She clicked her fingers. ‘Oh, right, it’s Poppy, isn’t it? Sorry, it’s been so long.’

Poppy decided to roll with the ludicrous performance. There was nothing to be gained from calling her out. ‘OK, sure,’ she said evenly.

Susan suddenly jumped in. ‘You two know each other?’

Oh boy, what a question. It created the most terrible pause.

‘We grew up on the same street,’ Poppy eventually managed to say.

Norah shot her an inscrutable look before she turned to Susan. ‘Yeah. We both wenthere, actually.’

Susan clapped her hands together. ‘And you didn’t know your kids came here together? How funny.’

Poppy thought that was an interesting word choice, seeing as no one appeared close to even cracking a smile right now.

‘It’s mine’s first day,’ Poppy said. ‘We moved recently.’

‘What class?’ Norah asked, her eyebrows knitting together in a familiar expression, even after all this time. She was worried.

‘Miss... Potter?’ Poppy said, unsure if she had the teacher’s name right.

But the sigh that fell from Norah’s lips made it clear she had it bang on. Norah’s child was obviously in the same class, which was not something Norah considered good or even neutral news.

‘Right. Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you around,’ Norah said. She turned and walked off before anyone could stop her.

Susan, who was as dense as plutonium and had missed all the tension completely, went right back to banging on about the Northwood Parents and Teachers’ Association. And if Poppy hadn’t cared much about that before, she gave negative shits about it now.

Poppy was back where she had started, and she’d come back to find the one person in the world she hadn’t expected to see. And the one person that (in the dark recesses of her mind) she’d kind of hoped to see again one day. But not today. Not here. Not now.

Three

Norah walked home along the suburban leafy streets of Northwood in a daze. A car could have hit her and she might not even have noticed. What the hell wasshedoing here? She was supposed to be living somewhere fancy now, somewhere that former pop stars retired to, her face filled with Botox, her arse filled with silicon. She should be in one of those small, expensive British villages that attracted the rich and celebrated after they finished being famous and wanted a life of quiet luxury for the second half of their monied lives.

Why would she ever come backhere? Northwood was not a bad place. It was a fine enough place, actually, and Norah felt lucky to live here in a lot of ways, but it had its limits. The small square was the centre of the area, and it contained a café, an orthodontist, a butcher, a greengrocer, and a newsagent. If you wanted a supermarket, it was a ten-minute drive away. Not exactly rich with amenities.

There was nothing for Poppy to come back for. Her parents were gone. Her dad had died when she’d been a kid (Poppy and Norah had that in common), and her mother had died a couple of years ago, from what Norah understood from her own mum.

And she had akidnow? They might have been preggers at the same time. How weird was that? Norah wondered who had provided the other half of the DNA. Was Poppy married? Norah had done great at never finding anything out about Poppy’s lifedespite how easy it would have been. But she had filters on everything with Poppy’s name, so that had helped.

But that wasn’t going to be possible now. They would be running into each other at the school gates twice a day, five times a week, for the foreseeable. And oh Christ, what if they becamefriends?

There was nothing for it. Norah would just have to move. She could tell Max she wanted a fresh start or something. He might go for that. Freddie would be unhappy initially, but he’d make friends soon enough at a new school. It wasn’t crazy. It was a sane reaction. Yeah, so normal and healthy to run from the area at top speed rather than having to interact with Poppy Jennings.

Only things weren’t good right now with Max. And it was a well-known fact that moving was high on the list of the most stressful things you could go through. She wasn’t sure if she and Max could stand up to that kind of strain. It could well be the thing that led to another thing high on that list—divorce.

She took a deep breath and tried to find her way to rational thought again. It helped a little. So she had to see Poppy? So what? It wouldn’t kill her, would it?

Right?

Norah let herself into the house, a small two-bed on Grange Street, two minutes from the square. ‘Max?’ she called.

He didn’t reply. He’d gone to work, thank fuck. She couldn’t deal with any more of him for a while. She needed to breathe. She couldn’t believe that it was only five to nine and she’d already discussed divorce and run into a hated foe. The way it was going, a flaming meteor would fly through the back window by lunch.

She went into the kitchen and made coffee, her stupid brain forcing her to relive the excruciating moment of the meeting, second by second. She couldn’t believe that she’d pretended she didn’t remember Poppy. She hadn’t been fooled for a second, and Norah appeared stupid in front of her. And she looked like warmed-over shit, another humiliation.

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