Anthony Jnr. was waiting at the window.
Kyle saw him the moment Gerald pulled up outside the tall Victorian townhouse in Kensington. A small face pressed against the glass, wild hair sticking up in every direction, both hands flat on the windowpane. The second he spotted the car, he vanished.
By the time Kyle opened the car door, the front door of the house had already flown open.
"Jasmine!"
Anthony Jnr. came running down the steps in his socks. Michelina appeared in the doorway behind him, wiping her hands on her apron.
"Anthony! Shoes!"
He didn't hear her. Jasmine had already climbed out of the car, the Hamleys bag hidden behind her back, and the two of them stood on the pavement grinning at each other like it had been years instead of a week.
"Hi," Jasmine said.
"Hi," Anthony Jnr. said.
Then they both ran inside.
