His knees looked white and pasty, as though they hadn’t been exposed to sunlight for a very long time. He appeared rather uncomfortable in his holiday clothes, as though he’d got mixed up over the day of a fancy dress party. It was so surprising to see Dad there in the farmyard, suitcase next to him, that Lucy was quite taken aback. He just looked out of place there somehow. ‘Lucy’ exclaimed Bethany coming round the corner. ‘Your dad and I have just been having a chat. Now that you’re both here, why don’t we go inside and have a cup of tea?’ Lucy wondered what they could have been having a chat about, but the obvious answer was her and Spirit. Bethany and Dad didn’t exactly see eye to eye, but Dad had been persuaded to let Lucy come down here and stay, when before he’d been dead set against it. In fact she still wasn’t entirely sure why. She felt as though two different worlds that she would rather have kept apart had just clashed and the thought made her feel rather awkward and gauche.
