with shiny door knockers and little porches and ruffled curtains at the spotless windows.
âI wish
our
house looked like these,â I said. âDo you think theyâre one of the other planets?â
âNo, silly, these arenât council houses, these are private. Theyâre posh, canât you tell? Is Mary posh?â
I considered. I started to worry. âSheâs not
snooty
posh,â I said.
âWhich is her house, then?â Jude asked.
I couldnât work it out. I peered at the rows of identical black and white houses. I didnât know how to match up the fronts with the backs.
âItâs this one,â I said, pointing at the nearest.
Jude clicked open the metal gate. I tugged at her sweatshirt.
âNo! Next door. Or the one after. I donât
know
,â I said.
Jude sighed. âWhat are you like, Dixie?â she said. âCome on, which is it?â
I dithered. âMaybe we should go back and try the back way after all?â
âMaybe weâll just knock on any old front door and
ask
,â said Jude.
She went in the next gate along. The hedge was growing out across the pavement and the car on the front drive was red and sporty.
âNot that one, Jude. This might be it,â I said, nodding at the next house with the metal gates. The hedge was clipped into a green wall, not a leaf out of place. It reminded me of Maryâs plaits.
Jude swung the gate open and started walking up the crazy paving path. I hung back.
âWhat are you waiting for? Sheâs
your
friend,â said Jude.
I trailed after her, wishing Iâd held my tongue about Mary.
âCome
on
,â said Jude irritably.
She rapped loudly with the lion door knocker. We waited. My heart was beating as if I had a little knocker right inside my chest. Then the door opened, although the lady looking at us kept one hand on the latch so that she could slam it shut in a second.
She was very pretty, with lovely golden hair curling almost to her shoulders and very blue eyes. They were outlined with grey pencil, very carefully, without a single smudge. Her skin was peachy with powder, her lips pearly pink. Mum didnât often bother to do her face if she was staying in during the day, but she wore lots of black eye make-up and deep red lipstick when she went out on the razzle.
Maryâs mum didnât look as if sheâd do any razzling down the pub or the club. She was wearing a pink fluffy sweater and a white pleated skirt. She looked like a mum in a telly advert, the sort whoâd make a meal on her cooker and then serve it up on a tablecloth.
She looked at Jude, she looked at me. âYes?â she said.
I swallowed hard. I tried to say something but only a mouse squeak came out.
âMy sisterâs friends with your daughter,â said Jude.
âI donât think so,â she said.
âIâm her new friend,â I whispered.
She was shaking her head. Jude glared at me, thinking Iâd made it all up after all.
âYouâre Maryâs friend?â she said.
I took a deep breath, nodding.
âWhere did you meet her? At school?â
I hesitated.
âThey were playing together in your garden,â said Jude, not realizing she might be getting Mary into trouble. âWeâve just moved in. Weâre on the Planet Estate.â
Maryâs mother nodded, watching me with her corn-flower-blue eyes. She looked like a princess in my fairy story book.
âSo Mary invited you into our garden?â said her mum.
I knew I had to be very careful. âWell, no, I was in that lane at the back of our house and your house. Mary was in
your
garden. I talked to her.â
âAh,â said Maryâs mum. âWell. Thatâs very nice. Iâm glad youâve made friends. But Iâm afraid she canât come out to play just now, dear. Sheâs not very well so Iâve sent her to bed early.â
âWell, we
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