Page 39 - SAMPLE Looking for Emily

“I’ll think about it.”
They passed Sam’s house, with its yellow gate and neat window boxes and honeysuckle climbing around the front door. Lily thought it was twee when she first moved in. Now it seemed kind of cute. Sam followed Lily straight past her house and into Lily’s garden, still talking. Hearing the commotion, Lily’s mum came out wearing . . . was that an apron?
“Hello, hello. I thought that was you. And this must be Emily!”
Lily panicked. But Sam just smiled and shook her head.
“Oh no, not me. I’m Sam. I live next door.”
“Oh! I met your parents earlier, Sam. I was expecting another boy.”
Sam shrugged. “I get that a lot. I suspect they thought I was a boy until it was too late to return me.”
Lily’s mum laughed. “You’re the photographer, is that right?”
“That’s me.”
“What do you take your photographs of?”
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