time for her to start asking questions.
âI think, personally,â said Skye, âyou should just wait.â
I said, âWait for what?â
âWait till sheâs back to normal with her mum, then she can sit down and have a talk.â
âHow can I ever be back to normal,â shrilled Jem, âwhen every minute that ticks past is another minute of my life wasted ? Lilianaâs just done a photo shoot for the Teen Scene catalogue and sheâs threatening to bring it round and show it to me!â
In spite of being so maddeningly sensible, Skye does seem to have the knack of always saying the wrong thing.
âNow look what youâve done,â I hissed. âJust as she was starting to get over it!â
I knew straight away, the next morning, that Jem had something to report. She was jigging up and down with impatience.
âI did it, I did it! I found something!â
âWhat, what?â
âTell!â
Even Skye could hardly contain herself.
âYou found her?â I yelled. âYou found your birth mum?â
âNo, but Iâve found something⦠Iâve found that I was discovered ,â said Jem.
âDiscovered how?â I said.
âDiscovered where?â said Skye.
âOn the steps of a churchâ¦â Jem announced it in a ghostly whisper. âLeft in the churchyard, wrapped in a shawl⦠â
I was about to say âWowâ but stopped myself just in time.
âHow did you find out?â said Skye.
âI waited till Mum and Dad had gone upstairs to this residentsâ meeting, then I crept into the bedroom and got the key and went back to the sitting room andââ
âYes, yes, we know all that,â said Skye.
âJust get on with it!â I said.
Jem looked hurt. âIâm setting the scene.â
âBut what did you find ?â
âI found this cutting from a newspaper⦠all old and yellow. All about this tiny baby that had been abandoned.â
âAnd that was you?â
âIt has to be,â said Jem, âor why would they have kept it?â
âWhat was the date?â said Skye.
âDunno.â Jem crinkled her nose. âThat bit was torn off. But it did say it was lucky I was discovered in time cos it was one of the coldest February days for decades!â
Jemâs birthday is in February. We stared at her, in a kind of awe. She had been in the paper!
âYou should have brought it with you,â I said. âWe might have been able to find things out.â
âLike what?â
âWell ⦠like which paper it was?â
âThat wouldnât help her find her birth mum,â said Skye.
âNo, but at least sheâd know if it was local.â
âIt was,â said Jem. Her cheeks glowed, pinkly. âIt said St Peterâs. You know where that is? Down Old Town, near the Arcade!â
This time I did say wow. The Arcade! We all knew where that was. We used to beg our mums to take us there when we were little so we could go on the roundabout and ride on the toy train. To think weâd been only minutes away from where Jem had been abandonedâ¦
âKnow what?â I said. âWe ought to go down there and have a look!â
Jemâs face lit up. âShall we?â She turned to Skye. âShall we do that?â
I waited for Skye to read us one of her lectures and tell us why it was a bad idea and we shouldnât go, but for once she seemed quite enthusiastic.
âOK,â she said. âWhy not? We could meet up Saturday afternoon and take the tram to Old Town. Itâll be like a kind of pilgrimage.â
âOh, this is so exciting!â Jem clasped her hands to her chest; her eyes were glowing. âItâs the most exciting thing thatâs ever happened to me!â
Chapter Five
âItâs like a sort of pilgrimage,â I said.
It was Saturday afternoon and I was waiting for