Is your mum OK?

Yeah. Thx. In hospital w/ ‘nervous

exhaustion’. Should be out in a few

days. Thought you had no phone?

I don’t. This is my tablet.

Did you tell anyone?

Dad upset cos of Mam, so I told my

gran. She thought I was making

it up and hugged me a lot cos

she thinks I’m going nuts. You?

Same but no hugs. Mum says I was bad to

encourage you to have false hope and that I

should stop making up lies because it’s bad karma.

Fat Stanley laughed till his moobs wobbled.

Face it, Tait: we have no proof.

But it happened, right?

Yeah. Def.

There’s a pause. I guess we’re both wondering what could happen next. After a minute or two, Iggy comes back to me:

So we go back tomorrow and find out more?

It’s only one word. Two letters. But it seems to take ages to type. And even longer before I press ‘send’.

OK