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down between her parents, craning her neck to see the paper. ‘Here, have a look at this, chicken!’ said Tom. It could have been a great publicity-shot of the band, but over it the headline
stared out at her.
“VIOLENCE AT SCHOOL DANCE!
Youth injured, charged with possession of knife.”
‘Charles told us what happened; we’re pretty impressed!’ Tom beamed at her and put his big, rough hand over her small, slim one. Angie, now much calmer, reached over and squeezed her other hand.
‘You’re a brave, little chick, siss. You probably saved my life, and I thought you didn’t even like me!’
‘I’m not a chick and I don’t like you!’ said Saffron repressively, with a twinkle in her eye and upwardly curving lips.
‘Chick - chicken! Chicken - chick!’ Charles teased, as he handed her a plate of toast.
The family held a council of war over the breakfast table. They all agreed that the attack the previous night wasn’t just a random act of violence, but must somehow be linked to the Green Mountain campaign. Saffron sat and listened; she couldn’t tell them what she knew about it all. It wasn’t her secret - the only person she could talk to was a small, fluffy, brown bird.
She had rarely seen her family so keyed up for a fight. The council was having its meeting on Wednesday evening; her parents and their friends had organised not only for the public