When Jono, Sammy, Bethany and I all parted in the park on Sunday afternoon in the rain, we even had a group hug. God, it had been good. We were all high with delight. Bethany smiled at Jono and Sammy, wheeling her bike. I was amazed it hadn’t been nicked, locked up at the station all weekend. “Thanks so much for letting me come with you,” she said. “I loved it.” Jono shrugged and muttered, “It’s not as if we had much choice.” But then he flipped open a pack of Lucky Strikes and offered her the second-to-last one before lighting up himself, so I knew he was over it. He’d accepted her. “No worries,” Sammy said. “Mum was well impressed. She’ll probably be up for letting you and Jack work at Glastonbury.” He laughed. “Not sure about me and Jono, though. We did slack off a bit, to be fair.” “Glastonbury,” Bethany said. “That would be amazing.” But then her smile disappeared and I knew she was thinking about her dad. I squeezed her hand tighter. “We’ll definitely be there,”
