In her hand, she still gripped the cheque she had tried unsuccessfully to cash. Beneath her shining fall of copper hair, her delicate features were stamped with shock, her aquamarine eyes bemused. She climbed back into Rory Martin’s elderly classic car. ‘Why were you so long?’ Rory asked as he drove off. Twisting round in her seat to check that the twins were still fast asleep in their car seats, Star muttered, ‘I had to see the assistant manager—’ ‘That’ll be because you’re a lady of substance now,’ Rory teased, referring to the money which Star had proudly paid into the bank only a few weeks earlier. ‘And he told me that the account no longer exists,’ Star confided abruptly. At the traffic lights, Rory’s fair hair swivelled. ‘What are you talking about?’ ‘Juno has closed the account—’ ‘Your mother’s done what?’ Rory interrupted incredulously. ‘There must be something badly wrong, Rory.’ ‘You’re telling me. How could your mother close your account?’ he demanded.
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