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late on a school night – he doesn’t see why he shouldn’t go along when someone suggests continuing the party at Nadine’s Baker Street flat.

Chapter Four
    ‘Mum. Mum!
MUUUUM!
’
    Kerry snaps awake and peers at the alarm clock on her bedside table: 1.37 a.m. ‘What is it, Freddie?’ she croaks.
    ‘Mum! C’mere!’
    With a groan, Kerry hauls herself out of bed and blunders barefoot in a rumpled T-shirt and knickers across the landing. By the time she’s in his room – which still retains its crabby whiff – she has already decided he sounds too perky to be ill or traumatised by a nightmare.
    ‘It’s the middle of the night, Freddie. What’s wrong?’
    ‘Can’t sleep.’ His brown eyes gleam in the dark.
    ‘Why not? Did something wake you up?’
    ‘Yeah.’
    ‘What was it?’
    ‘The sea.’
    ‘The
sea
?’ she repeats.
    ‘Yeah.’ He nods. ‘It’s noisy.’
    Kerry kneels at his bedside and rubs her eyes. ‘There’s not an awful lot I can do about that, sweetheart. I mean, I can’t turn it off.’
    He scowls, radiating disappointment in her mothering abilities. ‘Well, I can’t sleep with it on,’ he growls.
    ‘You’ll get used to it, love.’
    ‘How long have we lived here?’
    ‘Three weeks.’
    ‘When will I be used to it?’
    How is she supposed to answer that?
On September twenty-fifth at eight p.m. you will stop noticing those infuriating swishing waves …
    ‘Listen,’ she says, mustering up a hidden reserve of patience, ‘just close your eyes and think of happy things, okay? That’s what I do and it really works. You’ll soon be asleep.’
    He’s quiet for a moment. ‘I’m thinking about a happy thing, Mummy.’
    ‘That’s good.’
    Small pause. ‘I’m thinking about when we have a dog.’
    Kerry exhales loudly. ‘Don’t start on about dogs now, Freddie.’
    ‘But you said, you promised—’
    ‘I’ve
never
promised …’
    ‘You did!’ he shrieks.
    ‘Shhh, you’ll wake Mia—’
    ‘You said we could have a dog when we’re not in London and we’re not in London now.’
    ‘I didn’t say definitely. I said maybe when you’re older and can take him for walks by yourself and—’
    ‘I’m older NOW!’
    For God’s sake. What would Rob say now, if he were here? He’d say she should have been one hundred percent firm about the dog thing, instead of her feeble ‘maybe-one-day’ wafflings. Rob is exceptionally good at pointing out what Kerry
should
have said after the event. It doesn’t seem to occur to him that, as she has only worked part-time since having the children, she has had to make thousands more child-related decisions than he has.
    ‘I’m going back to bed now,’ she says firmly, tucking Freddie’s duvet, with its prancing Captain Haddocks and Snowies, around him.
    ‘Mum!’ Freddie cries as she leaves his room.
    ‘Freddie, you’ll wake your sister …’
    ‘Can I phone Dad?’
    ‘No, not in the middle of the night.’
    ‘I wanna talk to him! I wanna say happy birthday …’
    ‘It’s not Dad’s birthday yet, not till tomorrow.’ Actually, it
is
tomorrow, she realises; it’s nearly two a.m. and Rob is officially forty years old. But better not tell Freddie that. ‘Good
night
, Freddie,’ she says firmly from the landing, realising there’s no point in going back to bed, as she is now shimmeringly awake.
    Pulling on Rob’s soft grey cashmere sweater over her T-shirt, Kerry heads downstairs into what used to be Aunt Maisie’s dining room, and is now her designated music room. A music lecturer until cuts swept the university, Kerry is now trying to carve out a living as a freelance songwriter. While this might sound glamorous, her latest commission is for
Cuckoo Clock
, a long-established TV show for pre-school children (the over-zealous presenters wear bird costumes and sinister-looking rubbery yellow feet). The show is being given a facelift, including a whole stack of new songs, and at least they
want
her, Kerry thinks