but she was still hopeful about the new medicine she was being given.
Christmas was still months away and Conor’s birthday was already past. So why now?
He looked at the floor, the centre of which was covered in a very expensive, very old-looking oval rug.
He reached down and lifted up an edge of it, looking at the polished boards beneath.
There was a knot in one of them. He ran his fingers over it, but the board was so old and smooth,
you couldn’t tell the difference between the knot and the rest of it.
“Are you in there?” Conor whispered. He jumped as the doorbell went.
He scrambled up and out of the sitting room, feeling more excited than he’d thought he would.
He opened the front door. There was his father, looking totally different but exactly the same.
“Hey, son,” his dad said, his voice bending in that weird way that America had started to shape it.
Conor smiled wider than he had for at least a year.
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