â¦â¦?â
Mum nodded sadly.
âIâm afraid weâre going to have to sell
this
house.Weâre selling Castleville.â
âBut you canât sell Castleville,â I protested. âItâs our house. Itâs where we live. Itâs our home. Iâve never lived anywhere else. I donât want to live anywhere else.â
Dad rubbed my arm.
âDonât you think we know all that?â he said. âThis isnât easy for any of us.â
âSo donât do it then,â I said.
Dad sighed.
âWe donât have a choice. The business is in ruins. We canât afford to live here anymore.â
Suddenly I had a great idea.
âBut thereâs a recession on,â I said. âThis is one of the biggest houses in town. If we canât afford to live here, then who else can?â
Mum gave a small smile. âThereâs always someone. Dad and I have been to the estate agents already. They think they have a buyer. We wonât get anything like the full value of the house, but weâre not in a position to argue. We just have to sell. And when everything is finalised, we can renta smaller house, not too far from here, so you can still be near Victoria.â
Suddenly I had another idea.
âDadâs business might be in trouble, but thereâs still your job, Mum. Why canât we live here on what you earn?â
Mum sighed.
âYou know my job is only part-time. It hardly pays for the food we eat.â
I grinned.
âI can help with that,â I said. âIâll eat extra at school. Iâll have second servings of everything â third servings even, if theyâll let me. Iâll eat so much at school, that you wonât have to pay for any food for me at home. Iâll even skip breakfast. Iâll â¦â¦â
I stopped talking. Mum was looking at Dad in a way that was making me very nervous.
I gulped. My school had one of the best canteens in the whole country. A celebrity chef visited one time, and we all got his autograph. There was a programme on TV saying that our school servedbetter food than most restaurants.
âOh, Mum, Dad,â I wailed. âPlease donât tell me that we canât afford to pay for school dinners any more.â
Dad went pale. He looked at Mum who nodded so slightly that I almost missed it. Then he took a deep breath.
âItâs not just the dinners, Eva,â he said. âIâm afraid we canât afford the fees for The Abbey any more either. Youâre going to have to leave your school.â
I shook my head, wanting to make all the bad stuff go away. This couldnât be happening. I wonât pretend that school was my favourite place in the whole world, but I knew that The Abbey was the best one around. (Thatâs why I spent forty-five minutes on a bus to get there every morning.)
Mum came over and hugged me.
âWeâre sorry, darling, but itâs all arranged. Weâve already spoken to the principal. Youâll be leaving at the end of this term.â
I thought quickly. âBut thatâs only two weeks away.â
Dad nodded. âBut look on the bright side. Even though itâs the middle of a school year, weâve managed to get you in to a new school.â
Ha. Look on the bright side â easy for him to say.
Then I realised there
was
a bright side.
âHey,â I said. âI can go to Victoriaâs school. Itâll be kind of cool being at school with my best friend at last. And she says her schoolâs not too bad really. She says â¦â
I stopped talking. Why were Mum and Dad looking at me like that?
Why were there tears in Mumâs eyes, even though there wasnât a single onion in sight?
âWe thought of sending you to Victoriaâs school,â said Dad. âItâs a good school, and they donât charge fees. That would have been just perfect.â
Would have