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Nora pushed her on a swing till her arms ached, slid down slides with her

and crawled behind her through large metallic tunnels. ey then threw dr y
oats into the pond for the ducks, scooped from a box of porridge.
en she sat down with Molly in front of the telly and then she fed her
her dinner and read a bedtime stor y, all before Ash returned home.

Aer Ash came home, a man came to the door and tried to get in and
Nora shut the door in his face.
‘Nora?’
‘Yes.’

‘Why were you so weird to Adam?’
‘What?’
‘I think he was a little bit put out.’
‘What do you mean?’

‘You acted like he was a stranger.’
‘Oh.’ Nora smiled. ‘Sorr y.’
‘He’s been our neighbour for three years. We went camping with him and
Hannah in the Lake District.’

‘Yes. I know. Of course.’
‘You looked like you weren’t letting him in. Like he was an intruder or
something.’
‘Did I?’

‘You shut the door in his face.’
‘I shut the door. It wasn’t in his face. I mean, yes, his face was there.
Technically. But I just didn’t want him to think he could barge in.’
‘He was bringing the hose back.’

‘Oh, right. Well, we don’t need the hose. Hoses are bad for the planet .’
‘Are you okay?’
‘Why wouldn’t I be?’
‘I just worr y about you . . .’

Generally, though, things turned out pretty good, and ever y time she
wondered if she would wake up back in the librar y, she didn’t. One day, aer
her yoga class, Nora sat on a bench by the River Cam and re-read some
oreau. e day aer, she watched Ryan Bailey on daytime T V being

inter viewed on the set of Last Chance Saloon 2, in which he said he was ‘on a
spiritual quest for a deeper connection with the universe’ rather than
worr ying about ‘settling down in a romantic context’.