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opposite each other in the silence of the supplies room.
    “Where did you train?”
    “Bicton, near Exeter. I did a Foundation Degree in Animal Science Management and Welfare when I was twenty-five.”
    “You were a mature student, then?”
    I can tell by the expression on her face that she’s waiting for me to go into more detail, to explain what I did before my degree and why I waited until I was twenty-five to study animal welfare, but I ignore her unspoken questions. Instead I point at the pigs. They greet us with a series of increasingly noisy grunts and squeals as we approach them.
    “Bill and Ben. I shouldn’t imagine you’ll have anything to do with them if you’re going to spend most of your time in the dog compound, but watch out for them if anyone asks you to help out. They’re half wild boar,” I explain. “We’re not sure what they’re crossed with, and they’re a damned sight more dangerous than they look. Clever, too.”
    Angharad gestures towards the multiple locks, clips and chains on their pen. “That’s a lot of locks.”
    “They’ve escaped several times since they arrived, but I think we’ve outfoxed them. They’re vicious buggers, too. Turn your back on them for a second and they’ll bite you. That’s why we always lock them in their shed if we’re cleaning their run, and vice versa. They locked me in, once.”
    She laughs and I’m astonished by way it transforms her. Gone is the studious look of concentration that’s been etched on her face since we were introduced. Her laugh’s a snorty chuckle, so infectious I find myself laughing, too.
    “You’re kidding?” she says as the laughter dies away.
    “I’m not. I was cleaning their shed on my own, the door was closed, and one of them flipped the stable catch over with his nose, locking me in. I had to reach over with a broom and flip it back to get out.”
    “You don’t think they did it on purpose?”
    “Who knows? I don’t know much about boars and pigs. At least with dogs you can predict how they’re likely to react, most of the time, anyway.”
    “If only it was that easy with people.” She gives me a sideways glance. I don’t meet her gaze.
    “Quite.” I gesture for her to follow me back down the track. “They’re harder to figure out than the pigs.”
    “So?” Sheila asks as I reach into the fridge for my lunch box. “How’s she getting on?”
    “Angharad?” I sit down on one of the hard plastic chairs that line the staffroom wall, and pop open a Tupperware lid. The scent of warm cheese and tomato sandwiches drifts, unappealingly, upwards. I should have taken Will up on his offer of a slice of cheesecake for my packed lunch. “She’s okay. She was pretty quiet when she started, but now she’s warmed up there’s no shutting her up. She’s full of questions. Gets on with her work, though. She didn’t complain when she had to clean up Jasper’s sick or spend an hour in the laundry washing blankets and bedding.”
    “You think she’ll be back tomorrow?”
    “I think so. She did seem keen to get stuck in.”
    I take a bite of my sandwich as Sheila taps away at the computer in a corner of the room, but then subtly spit it into a tissue. The bread is soggy from the damp tomato. Not that I’ve got much of an appetite, anyway. Other than a couple of bites of cheesecake, I’ve barely eaten since yesterday morning.
    “She was very keen to work with you, you know.”
    “Sorry?”
    “Angharad,” Sheila says. “When she came to the volunteer night, she specifically requested that she work with you.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah. She asked who worked in the dog compound, and when I listed everyone’s names, she said, ‘I’d like to work with Jane, if I could.’”
    I look up sharply. “Why would she say that?”
    Sheila stops typing and glances at me over her shoulder. “Who knows? Maybe she saw your name in the local paper when we had the fundraising? Maybe you helped one of her friends adopt a