She dreamt of the little dolphin again, but in her dreams he was safe and happy, moving confidently through the water and so she woke up feeling better. The slow crash of the surf on distant rocks in her dreams had also calmed her. She woke up well rested and was relieved to be able to go back to school again. As normal, Dad was in a rush, cramming toast in his mouth while he stuffed files into his bag. ‘Get ready Lucy!’ he called upstairs while she was dressing. ‘I’ve got to get you out of the house and off to school in ten minutes or I’ll be late for my first meeting.’ Lucy appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed and ready. ‘I need some breakfast though’ she called back. ‘Of course’ Dad replied, ‘help yourself, but be quick about it.’ Lucy hardly had time to scoff her cereal and drink her juice, standing at the counter in the kitchen, before he was shooing her unceremoniously out of the house. ‘But I’ll be way too early for school!’ she complained, but to no effect.
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