. . In a way I wish it wasn’t half term. For the first time in my life I wish it wasn’t the holidays. Then I remember my mobile. Even though I want to talk to Jidé most, I call Millie first. The phone goes straight to answer machine. I remember now that she’s away on holiday. It’s not the sort of message you can leave on someone’s answerphone, is it? ‘My nana’s dead, but you can listen to her on the radio this morning.’ So I just hang up and hover over Jidé’s name before pressing the call button. ‘Yep!’ ‘Jidé!’ ‘Mira!’ He sounds happy and surprised to hear my voice. ‘It’s about my nana.’ ‘She died?’ He says it for me. ‘Yes,’ I whisper. Monday 30 May ‘Are you all right?’ ‘Not really,’ I mumble. ‘She’s on the radio this morning; they recorded her in the hospice . . . I thought you might want to listen.’ I don’t know why I want Jidé and Millie to hear Nana talking, but if I had her number I would call Pat Print too.
