Exaggerating, of course, making it sound much more exciting than it had really been. In Roxy’s version, the driver had almost caught her, and she had had to hide in the undergrowth while he searched around for her. When she’d found the gate, Stevens had been lurking there, and she’d had to distract him by throwing a stone into the distance to make him move off and investigate. ‘I wish you wouldn’t do things like that, Roxy. It could be dangerous. You don’t know what kind of perverts you might meet up with. And you’re so vulnerable at the moment.’ Anne Marie stroked Roxy’s bump gently. ‘You’ve got two people to look after now.’ That only made Roxy laugh. ‘Wherever I go, he goes.’ When she’d returned she had stuffed the newspaper under the mattress and now she pulled it out dramatically. ‘Look what else I got.’ Anne Marie jumped up and closed the door of their room as if they were doing something suspicious. ‘You shouldn’t have brought that back. You know Mrs Dyce doesn’t like us reading the news.’ Sometimes Roxy had to admit that Anne Marie annoyed her.
