I respect that.”
He blinked, unsure if it was a compliment. “So how come you’re not wearing your new blouse?” she asked suddenly, not unkindly. XXX Sammy stood in front of his wardrobe, heart fluttering like the hem of his mother’s skirts. “If they ever start selling our uniforms, I’ll let you know.”
Sammy laughed, just a little, but it was real. Hannah handed him a strip of delicate, peach-coloured ribbon. “And that blouse? … He had chosen. “He did. It was unmistakably from the uniform of the town’s private girls’ school, the same school Callum’s twin sister attended. “Satin in the wild,” she teased. “And I’ll raid it tomorrow too. “Can I come?”
Later, in the Park… As you are.”
When the tear was closed, she ran her finger gently over the seam.
