But she couldn’t because he would be with his parents. Her next was that she had to see Em. Praying that her friend would be in, she managed to entice Brooke out of the park and practically jogged with the buggy all the way to Em’s flat. To her dismay she discovered that her friend was already packing up, and the sight of her possessions being put away in boxes was like a slap in the face to Liberty. She really was losing her best friend.‘Hey, Brooke, do you want to see if The Tweenies is on?’ Em asked the little girl, realising that Liberty needed to talk. They settled her in the living room in front of the TV, and went into the bedroom. Em had taken down all her film posters, photographs and the fairy lights that had hung round the mirror, and now the room seemed very bare. Liberty sat cross-legged on the bed and relayed what Melissa had said, very aware that there might not be many more occasions when she could do this. So often before she had sat in this very place, chatting to Em, asking advice, giving advice, giggling, swapping stories, and the thought of not being able to was almost unbearable to her.
