A couple of days later, I was in my room when there was a knock at the door. Nothing special there, but my heart somersaulted when I heard Candy’s voice drifting up from the doorway.
I spent the next 24 hours in some kind of loved-up bliss. Even making the Sunday roast just to have my potatoes criticised by two brutes who looked like potatoes didn’t dampen my mood. In fact, I even finished all the washing up straight away just so my stepfather couldn’t stop me from going out for a walk in the afternoon sun.
My stepfather never asked me to do anything.