Just the opportunity to wear my new clothes, perfect for the back of a bike. Though Mrs Brown didn’t think so. As I came downstairs in my new jeans she looked at me and asked, ‘Is that considered decent in America, then?’ Mr Brown laughed. ‘Of course it is,’ he said. ‘Those are cowboy trousers. That’s what cowboys wear.’ ‘Not like that, they don’t,’ sniffed Mrs Brown. ‘These are girl’s jeans, Mrs Brown,’ I said, and gave a little wiggle. And then I felt guilty because Peggy was standing there in a shapeless old skirt, the only thing that would fit her now, though probably not for much longer. ‘Enjoy yourself,’ she said. If I could see envy in her eyes, I pretended not to. It was about thirty miles to the coast. Quite a long way on bumpy roads on the back of a bike, but it was just wonderful to feel so free. Spring was well and truly here. The sun was shining and the wind was blowing my hair, so even the odd bit of grit in my eye couldn’t bother me. There were quite a few cars about, but we drove straight onto the prom and parked up.
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