‘Take it easy.’‘I’m sorry.’‘It’s all right. No harm done. I bet you didn’t eat any lunch.’‘There wasn’t time …’‘So you fainted. Is low blood sugar the only problem?’I shook my head. ‘I had a sleeping tablet last night. I think it must still be in my system.’‘Was this prescribed medication?’I felt ashamed of myself. Worse, I felt dreadfully sick. ‘No, it was an old pill from when I had a bad patch before.’‘Oh Hannah!’ Rina said. ‘What’s got into you? You’re worrying me.’‘Sorry,’ I said again.She pushed a packet of biscuits towards me and I took them, unwound the packaging and nibbled at the edge of a digestive. My mouth was dry, but the sugar helped with the nausea.‘What happened before?’ Rina asked.‘What do you mean?’‘You said the sleeping pill was from a bad patch before.’‘Oh, nothing. Stress.’‘Is that all?’I nodded.‘It’s nothing to be ashamed of,’ said Rina. ‘Do you know, I’m almost relieved to find out that you’re not perfect, Hannah.