I guessed I’d scared him off. I spent the day checking his blog and loveshyforum.com every five minutes to see if he’d posted anything. In the end Ms Tidy took my phone off me, with an apologetic look. ‘You can have it back after school.’ Traitor. And after I’d helped her out by pointing out the spelling mistakes in the study notes she’d prepared. I went home in a bad mood, and was surprised to find Josh sitting at the kitchen bench, frowning over a notepad. ‘Oh,’ he said, rubbing his head in a tired sort of way. ‘Hi, Penny.’ ‘Where’s Dad?’ ‘He’s on his way home,’ said Josh. ‘We’ve got tickets to Roller Derby tonight, and he said I should meet him here, so I let myself in. I hope that’s okay.’ Dad should have told me he was planning to give Josh a key. That’s a big thing. I wondered if Josh had a drawer in Dad’s room too. Oh! Was that spare toothbrush in the bathroom cabinet not a spare at all, and actually Josh’s? I’d just assumed it was a spare.
