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after dessert and then you can tell me all about it,’ Clarissa said. She set Clementine back onto the groundand fixed her ribbon. ‘Do you want to help me take out the mousse?’
    â€˜Okay,’ Clementine replied, eager to stay by her mother’s side.
    Drew looked over and flashed the child a warm smile. ‘Don’t worry about Saskia, Clemmie,’ he said. ‘She’s just jealous, that’s all. You’re the only girl I know who has a teacup pig and is about to be a television star.’
    Clementine nodded and dropped her eyes to the floor. As she followed her mother to the door, she looked up and glimpsed Drew’s reflection in one of the glass doors of the sideboard. She saw him put something into his pocket and, quickly turning away, hoped it wasn’t true.

Clementine hardly slept a wink that night. She had stared at the ceiling for what seemed like hours on end, imagining all sorts of terrible things. When she had finally dropped off to sleep, she’d had the most awful dream. Clementine yawned and rubbed her sleepy eyes.
    Roderick Smee looked over at the child. ‘Were you up late last night, Clemmie?’
    The girl nodded and yawned again. ‘Sorry, Mr Smee, I can’t seem to stop,’ she sighed.
    â€˜We went to Clementine’s hotel for a barbecue,’ Saskia said. She was sitting beside Clementine in Sophie’s old seat.
    â€˜How nice,’ the man said.
    Saskia made a face. ‘Her mum didn’t cook anything I liked to eat.’
    Clementine was about to say something mean back when she remembered what her mother always told her about saying not-nice things. She closed her mouth and remained quiet.
    Mr Smee wondered whether seating the new girl beside Clementine had been the right decision. He scanned Clementine’s answers to the subtraction questions and smiled. ‘Well, for someone who’s tired, you’re doing a very good job,’ he said. He moved on and was surprised to find Saskia’s page had barely been touched. ‘Would you like some help?’ he asked.
    Saskia smiled sweetly. ‘No, thank you. I can do it. It’s just that my pencil broke and I couldn’t find the sharpener.’
    â€˜This is too hard,’ Joshua grumbled loudly. ‘I hate subtraction. It’s stupid.’
    â€˜Wait a sec, Josh – I’m coming,’ the teacher said, and walked across to the other side of the room.
    Saskia leaned over and hurriedly copied Clementine’s answers onto her own page.
    â€˜That’s cheating,’ Clementine said.
    Saskia plastered on a fake smile and emptied her pencil shavings all over Clementine’s desk.
    Clementine gasped. ‘Don’t do that.’
    â€˜Do what?’ Saskia blew the shavings onto the floor.
    â€˜I saw you copy me,’ Clementine said.
    â€˜No, you didn’t,’ Saskia snipped. ‘I was just checking that you had the right answers.’
    Clementine pulled a book out of her desk and used it to cover her work. Saskia glared at her.
    There was a loud rapping at the door and Mrs Bottomley barged in. ‘Good morning, Year One,’ the old woman said. ‘Mr Smee, I trust that everything is back to normal in here after last Friday’s shenanigans.’
    Clementine could hardly believe Sophie’s party had only been a few days ago. So much had happened since then.
    â€˜Children, we need to talk about the arrangements for Friday,’ Mrs Bottomley said. ‘Now, has everyone remembered to invite their grandparents along for the special concert and classroom activities?’
    All but one child nodded. Saskia put up her hand. ‘I don’t know what we’re doing because I’m new,’ she said importantly.
    Mrs Bottomley looked at her. ‘That’s all right. Mr Smee will give you a note and hopefully you have grandparents who are not too far away.’
    The child’s eyes instantly began to