Pepper and Josh are deep in conversation, though they both wave at me as I stroll over. Kit and Anna are talking intently too; so intently that they don’t even notice me. Does Anna like him? I don’t know. It’s even harder to tell if Kit’s interested in her or just being friendly. Deeply hoping it’s the latter, I sit down at the end of the table beside Samuel. Samuel squints at the sausage on the end of his fork. ‘Did you know that a grandmother once found a dead kitten inside her sausage?’ he asks. I forget Kit. ‘Er, OK . . . eew, really? That’s disgusting.’ Samuel keeps his gaze on the sausage. ‘They think the kitten must have wandered into the factory where they made the sausages and bits of it got caught up in the machinery.’ I glance down at the bacon and sausages on the table, my appetite vanishing. Everyone else except Anna, who’s picking at a thin slice of apple, is munching away. I take a bread roll and nibble at the edges.
