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  ‘So do I, dear. Though I know it might seem a bit cramped to some people.’ She looked at Saul and raised her eyebrows at him.

  He laughed at his mum. ‘I want a bit more space now, Mum. And a proper roof over my head. I want to live with the same girl in the same street. That’s not so strange, is it?’ He put his arm round Jenny, who smiled and snuggled up to him.

  ‘Well,’ said Rose, struggling. ‘As long as you’re happy, son.’

  ‘So how are you coping by yourself?’ said Dad.

  ‘Oh, I get by fine. I always used to run the stall by myself when Saul was little. It’s a bit of a struggle sometimes but I manage.’

  ‘Talk to me about it!’ said Dad. ‘So who’s looking after the stall tonight?’

  ‘Monday’s always our quiet night, when we’ve just set up. Liz from the Lucky Darts stall is supposed to be keeping an eye on it for me.’

  ‘Where is your fair now?’ I asked eagerly. ‘Dad and I have looked and looked for it.’

  ‘Have you?’ said Rose, looking pleased. ‘Well, we’re over in Felting this week, not too far away. Are you going to come and visit us?’

  ‘You bet!’ I said. ‘We can, can’t we, Dad?’

  ‘Of course, darling. Now, let’s get some tea organized. Will you be a lovely helpful girl, Floss, and put the kettle on for me? Then, as I can’t get at my fingers just now perhaps you’d also like to dial the pizza place?’ He looked apologetically at Rose. ‘I’d love to cook you a proper meal, but it’s a bit awkward just now, as you can see.’

  ‘Pizza would be lovely! It’s definitely our treat though.’

  Rose ordered four different king-size pizzas, and then ice cream for afters. I had a big slice of all four pizzas (triple cheese and spinach, chicken and mushroom, pineapple and bacon, and sausage and sweetcorn and tomato) and then a bowl of strawberry and vanilla and chocolate ice cream. Then I felt so full I had to undo the buttons on my school skirt.

  Saul and Jenny stayed for a while. Saul let me try on his great big rings. I had a dragon on one finger, a snake on another, three different skulls, an eye ring, and frogs on each thumb. They looked so cool. But then they said they had to get going because they wanted to see some film.

  ‘I suppose I ought to be going too,’ said Rose.

  ‘Oh no, do stay,’ I said.

  ‘Your dad probably wants some peace and quiet,’ said Rose.

  ‘I certainly don’t!’ said Dad. ‘Please stay a bit longer, Rose.’

  ‘Well, I’ve certainly still got to examine those poor sore hands,’ said Rose. ‘We’ll take those bandages off and have a look. They’ve given you fresh dressings, I hope. Let’s see how you’re healing.’

  I peered fearfully as she gently unwound the bandages. I was terrified that Dad’s fingers would have turned black and cindery like burned toast. It was a huge relief to see they were just a little swollen and shiny red – but very recognizably still my dad’s dear fingers.

  Rose peered at them carefully, holding his hands in hers.

  ‘Are you reading Dad’s palms, Rose?’ I asked.

  ‘I might be,’ said Rose, smiling.

  ‘What do they say? Is Dad’s luck going to change?’

  ‘I think maybe it already has,’ said Dad softly.

  He wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at Rose.

  She stayed very late that evening. Dad let me stay up but I was starting to feel very tired. I’d had hardly any sleep the night before . . . and a lot of excitement. I curled up in a chair with Lucky on my lap. My head started nodding. Dad tucked a cushion under my neck and covered me with his sweater.

  I woke up once to wriggle round and rearrange Lucky. I saw that Dad and Rose were sitting very close together on the sofa. Billy the Chip’s mother and father were frowning out of their photograph at them, but Dad and Rose didn’t look as if they cared one jot.

  When Dad came to meet me the next day from school he said, ‘Guess where we’re going!’

  It didn’t need much power of deduction but I played a game with Dad.

  ‘Are we going shopping? Up to London? The seaside?’ I said, trying to seem completely innocent and dumb.

  Dad kept going, ‘No! No! No!’ Then he said, ‘Come on, Floss, where would you like to go most of all?’

  I took a deep breath. ‘THE FAIR!’ I shouted.

  Dad whooped and punched the air with his bandaged fist and went, ‘Yay!’

  He still couldn’t drive, of course, but he’d checked out how to get to Felting on the bus. He’d brought fruit juice and apples and nuts so we had a snack on the journey.

  ‘I thought we’d eat really healthily now so that we can overdose on candyfloss when we get to the fair!’ said Dad.

  ‘Does Rose know we’re coming?’

  ‘Oh yes.’

  ‘Dad . . . you like Rose, don’t you?’

  ‘Yes, of course I like her. You like her too, don’t you, Floss? I think she’s a very kind lovely lady.’

  ‘Yeah, but I meant, do you fancy her, Dad?’

  ‘Floss!’ said Dad. His cheeks were carnation-pink.

  ‘That means you do!’ I said.

  ‘Now then. Little girls shouldn’t be talking about fancying people, not to their dads,’ said Dad. He paused. ‘But say I did fancy Rose, would you mind?’

  ‘I don’t think I’d mind a bit,’ I said. ‘So, is Rose going to be your girlfriend, Dad?’

  Dad flushed from carnation to peony. ‘Well, it’s early days, darling. I’m not sure a gorgeous lady like Rose would really want to spend much time with a dull old dad like me. We’ll have to see. But whatever happens, Floss, you know you’ll always come first with me. You’re my little princess, and you always will be.’

  I hitched right across the seat onto Dad’s lap and he gave me a big cuddle.

  We got off the bus at Felting Junction and found the fair on the village green. We hurried towards it, hearing the hum of the hurdy-gurdy music, smelling the fried onions and warm sugar. It was as if we were walking back into a wonderful dream. But it was all real. There was the Big Slide and the Stargazer ride, the Ghost Train and the Crooked Cottage, the Teacup Whirlies and the Tin Can Alley, the Ferris wheel and the Wacky Waltzer. There was the Victorian carousel, with Pearl galloping round and round, her pink mane and tail flying in the wind. There was Rose’s candyfloss stall, with her big pink teddy waving her fat plush paw at us. There was Rose herself, looking lovely in a low-cut pink blouse with a little red enamel rose on a gold chain.

  She let me go right inside her van. She even let me pour different coloured sugars into her candyfloss cauldron, and then set it spinning so that little wisps of floss started forming. I carefully wound them round and round my stick until I’d made my very own pink, lilac and blue candyfloss.

  Dad and I wandered all round the fair, and I had one two three rides on Pearl, but every ten minutes we came back to chat to Rose. After an hour or so she got her friend Liz from the Lucky Darts to keep an eye on the candyfloss stall.

  Rose took us into her magical cosy caravan for a spot of supper. She had red wine for her and Dad, and cranberry juice for me, and little savoury tarts and battered prawns and sausages in honey and chicken with peanut sauce and all sorts of crisps and olives and crunchy vegetables with dips, and then there was pink iced sponge cake with little red sugar roses and the most amazing giant strawberries dipped in white chocolate.

  ‘Oh Rose, love, you didn’t need to go to all this trouble!’ said Dad, but he looked absolutely thrilled about it.

  ‘No trouble at all, Charlie,’ said Rose. ‘I like fiddling with little bits. It’s not often I have the opportunity, especially now I’m on my own.’

  ‘It’s like party food,’ I said.

  ‘Well, this is our little party, isn’t it?’ said Rose. ‘And you and your dad could certainly do with a bit of cosseting.’

  Dad found it a little difficult picking all his food up with his bandaged hands, so sometimes I popped a prawn or a sausage i