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Joan smoothed down her hair and did a last mirror check in Gran’s upstairs
hallway. She had a date today. With Nick. In the mirror, her eyes went soft
and happy. Joan had been volunteering at a museum with him over the
summer break. She’d had a crush on him all summer, but everyone at work
had a crush on Nick.
He’d asked Joan out yesterday, biting his lip and nervous, as if he thought
she might say no. As if just being in a room with him didn’t make her heart
stutter.
Now they were going to spend a whole day together, starting with
breakfast at a café on Kensington High Street. Joan checked her phone. An
hour to go.
She was nervous too, she admitted. A waiting-for-the-ride-to-start mix of
nerves and excitement. She and Nick had been getting closer and closer
over the summer, but this felt like the beginning of something new.
Laughter rose from downstairs, and Joan took a deep, centring breath.
Her cousins were already up. Their familiar, comforting bickering washed
over her as she descended the stairs.
‘Best forged painting in the National Gallery,’ her cousin Bertie was
saying.
‘Easy,’ her other cousin, Ruth, said. ‘Monet’s Water-Lily Pond.’
‘That’s not forged!’ Bertie said.
‘I rest my case.’
‘You can’t just say a random painting!’
Joan was already smiling as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Most of
the year, she lived with Dad in Milton Keynes. She liked her quiet life with
him, but she liked this too—the noise and clatter of Gran’s place. She
stayed with Gran every summer, and she looked forward to it every time.
In the kitchen, Ruth was perched on the broken radiator under the
window. At seventeen, Ruth was a year older than Joan and their other
cousin, Bertie, but this morning she looked like a kid. She was still in her
pajamas: grey flannel bottoms and a Transformers T-shirt with the
Decepticon logo: big beaky robot mouth. Her dark curls framed her face.
‘Is there any tea in that cupboard?’ Ruth asked Bertie.
Bertie craned to check, one eye on his frying pan of mushrooms and
tomatoes. ‘Only that smoky stuff Uncle Gus drinks.’ He seemed to be
dressed for a 1920s boating trip on the Thames, straw hat covering his black
hair. All the Hunts had eccentric fashion sense.
‘That stuff tastes like a—’ Ruth cut herself off as she caught sight of Joan
in the kitchen doorway. She took in Joan’s new dress and sleek hair, and her
face lit up, a slow illumination of glee.
‘Ruth,’ Joan protested. ‘Don’t start.’
But Ruth was already crowing. ‘Look at you!’
‘You got a job interview?’ Bertie asked Joan. ‘I thought you were still
volunteering at that museum.’
‘I’m having breakfast with someone,’ Joan said. She was already red.
She could feel it.
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