‘Were they giving you any trouble?’ Scott asked.
‘No,’ she replied, indignant. Even if they were, she didn’t need his help to deal with them.
Michelle watched the group disappear. She hated herself for sounding like such a snob, but she didn’t like the idea of her girls mixing with kids like that. And she knew that attitude was unfair and probably wholly unwarranted, but for now that was just how it was. She wondered if she’d have felt different if she’d seen the same kids in Redditch?
‘So what’s for dinner?’ Phoebe asked, more interested in her stomach than anything else.
‘All kinds of crap,’ Scott said. ‘Mostly junk food, stuff that’s really bad for you. That okay?’
‘Perfect.’
‘That’s what I thought you’d say.’
They walked back to the car which was parked all alone, numerous empty
