was an oak cabinet big enough to have lunch in. It could have been any room in any home on any planet anywhere.
He didn’t even like being in it, not even to get away from his grandma.
He’d only come up now to get a book since his grandma had forbidden hand-held computer games from her house.
He fished one out of his bag and made to leave, glancing out of the window to the back garden as he went.
Still just stone paths and sheds and the office. Nothing looking back at him at all.
The sitting room was one of those sitting rooms where no one ever actually sat.
Conor wasn’t allowed in there at any time, lest he smudge the upholstery somehow,
so of course this was where he went to read his book while he waited for his father.
He slumped down on her settee, which had curved wooden legs so thin it looked like it was wearing high heels.
There was a glass-fronted cabinet opposite, filled with plates on display stands
and teacups with so many curlicues it was a wonder you could drink from them without cutting your lips.
Hanging over the mantelpiece was his grandma’s prize clock, which no one but her could ever touch.
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