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Chapter 17

Kirsty woke early, before her alarm. Would the letter come today? Was the allotment going to be hers? She crept quietly out of bed, so as not to wake Dawn. She pulled on her coat and waited outside the front door for the postman with a tingly feeling running through her body. It was like waiting for presents on Christmas Eve – unbearable and brilliant at the same time.

‘Morning,’ Kirsty said to the postman.

‘Glorious day,’ he said.

Kirsty looked up at the low grey sky. You probably had to be a cheerful sort of person to be a postman. She smiled. ‘Any post for Katy Jennings?’

‘Sadly no. However, I do have a hundredweight of supermarket flyers. Perhaps I could interest you in taking a few handfuls of those?’

‘No thanks. See you tomorrow.’