Oh, lord. Her baby was going to be living here in this dismal grey pile, hemmed in by endless buildings and concrete and dirt and vice— ‘Look, Mum, there’s a parking place, by that Mercedes.’ So there was. What an unfortunate contrast. She zipped her modest old banger across the road into the space just ahead of another car, triggering a blast on the horn and wild gestures the meaning of which she could only guess at. She resisted the urge to gesture back, and reversed neatly into place behind the Mercedes. ‘OK. I wonder if we’ve got enough money to feed the meter and keep it quiet for an hour or so?’ ‘It won’t take that long,’ Milly said naïvely. ‘I’ve only got a few things.’ Cait glanced in the rear-view mirror at the teetering pile of essentials Milly had simply had to bring with her, and sighed. A few things? In her dreams. She fed the meter—copiously—and then they had to run the gauntlet of the security system to gain access to the entrance hall.
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