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    â€˜I’m a cameraman and sound technician,’ Drew replied.
    Roger looked at him in surprise. ‘I can’t imagine there’d be much call for that sort of thing around here,’ he said.
    â€˜I work all over the place,’ Drew explained. ‘That’s how I came to know the Applebys. A colleague of mine, Basil Hobbs, happens to be their neighbour. He recently made a documentary about Penberthy House and I worked on the production.’
    â€˜Ooh, how interesting. Has it been on telly yet?’ Chanelle asked.
    â€˜No, it’s on next month. I think Basil’s going to host a screening for everyone here in the village first,’ Drew said. ‘Clemmie’s the star of the whole thing.’
    Clementine looked up at the mention of her name.
    Saskia glared across the table at her. ‘ She is going to be on TV?’
    â€˜Yes,’ Aunt Violet said proudly. ‘Clementine did the most wonderful job playing the rolesof the women who have lived in the house, including myself. She’s also going to be the host of Grandparents’ Day at school next week.’
    Clementine frowned and felt another stabbing pain in her side. ‘I don’t know for sure yet, Aunt Violet,’ she whispered.
    â€˜ I should be on TV,’ Saskia said. ‘I’m much prettier.’
    â€˜Sassy,’ her father chided. ‘Clemmie Rose is lovely.’
    â€˜But I’m lovelier,’ the child insisted.
    â€˜Right, has everyone finished?’ Lady Clarissa said, taking the opportunity to change the topic. She stood up and began to clear the plates. ‘I’ve got chocolate mousse for dessert. That should sweeten things up.’
    â€˜I wouldn’t bet on it,’ Aunt Violet muttered into her napkin as she dabbed at the corners of her mouth.
    â€˜I’ll help you with those.’ Drew stood up and took the pile of dirty dishes from Clarissa.
    Chanelle frowned and looked over at Uncle Digby. ‘Isn’t that your job?’
    â€˜He’s not on duty,’ Aunt Violet quipped, quick to leap to the man’s defence this time. ‘But I’ll come and help if you like, Clarissa.’
    â€˜It’s all right. We won’t be a minute.’ The woman smiled at Uncle Digby, who gave her a wink. They’d never seen Aunt Violet so keen to be helpful.
    Clementine slipped down from her seat.
    â€˜And where are you off to?’ Aunt Violet asked the girl.
    â€˜Please may I be excused? I need to go to the toilet,’ Clementine said quietly, her voice almost a whisper. With a nod from her great-aunt, she padded inside.
    Clementine didn’t really need to go to the toilet, though her tummy did feel all mixed up. She couldn’t help worrying that what Saskia had said was true. If her mother and Drew did get married and have a baby, it would be their very own. What if they liked the baby better than her? Would they send her away? They couldn’t do that to Will because Drew was his real dad, but Clementine didn’t even know whoshe really belonged to. It had never occurred to her before but Saskia seemed to know a lot about these things. Clementine reached the kitchen door and pushed it open. She gasped as she saw Drew bending down on one knee and her mother reaching out towards him.
    â€˜Mummy!’ she cried, racing into the kitchen and sliding between the pair.
    â€˜What’s the matter, darling?’ Clarissa asked. She scooped the charging girl into her arms.
    Clementine hugged the woman tightly. ‘I don’t feel well,’ she murmured into her mother’s neck.
    â€˜Oh, sweetheart, has something upset you?’ Clarissa asked, stroking the girl’s hair. ‘Is it Saskia?’
    Clementine nodded, not wanting to tell her mother what was really on her mind. She turned around to find Drew still on one knee, cleaning up a splodge of mayonnaise on the floor.
    â€˜The Bakers will be on their way