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  ‘Cheers, mate – then I can buy myself a Big Mac too,’ said the fat man. ‘Then you drive round to my place and you kids can all play in my nice garden while your mum and I have a little cosy get-together indoors.’

  ‘No! Don’t go, Mum,’ Bliss whispered, taking him seriously.

  ‘Us “cosy together”?’ said Mum, laughing. ‘As if, Mister!’

  ‘Why not, eh?’ he said. ‘Your old fella still around, is that it?’

  ‘I’ve got myself a new fella,’ said Mum. She breathed in deeply, her eyes sparkling. ‘A lovely new fella, so sorry, mate. I’m taken.’

  ‘Then he’s a lucky fella,’ said the fat man, which was quite nice of him.

  He wasn’t the only guy looking at Mum on the bus. She looked so different today. Since Paul died she mostly just scraped her hair back in a limp pony-tail and didn’t bother with make-up and wore washed-out old T-shirts and trackie bottoms and no one looked at her twice. But now, with her hair curled and her make-up and her tight top and good jeans, she looked wonderful. My heart thumped with pride when I looked at her.

  It was a struggle getting us all downstairs when we got to the shopping centre. Baxter wanted to stay driving the bus till the last possible second. I had to prise his hands off the rail. Bliss threw a wobbly going downstairs, clutching me tight, scared she was going to fall. Pixie wriggled so much in Mum’s arms she very nearly did fall. Then we got the buggy caught up with some old lady’s shopping trolley, and this young lad leaped up and helped Mum. It was as if she had put a spell on every man in the town.

  ‘Come on, kiddies, shopping, shopping, shopping!’ said Mum, running along, even though she was wearing high heels, Pixie squealing with delight in her racing buggy.

  We went to the Flowerfields shopping centre first because Pixie loved the singing dancing teddy bears in the main entrance hallway. Baxter loved them too. He lumbered about growling, pretending he was a bear. Poor silly Bliss was still a bit frightened of the giant bears and nuzzled her head against Mum, not looking.

  ‘They’re lovely bears, just like the Three Bears in our fairy-story book,’ I said, trying to encourage her.

  ‘They’re not lovely, they eat you all up,’ said Bliss indistinctly, because she was sucking her fingers.

  ‘You’re getting your fairy stories mixed up. That was the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood,’ I said.

  ‘I’m a bear-wolf and I’m going to eat you up, Bliss,’ Baxter growled, waving his arms around and thrusting his face against hers.

  Bliss squealed and Mum shook both of them.

  ‘Stop being so daft, you two. Pixie’s got far more sense and she’s half your age. Stop messing about or you won’t get a treat, do you understand?’

  But she wasn’t really cross at all. She was loving the bears too, singing along to all the silly songs and doing little dance steps round the buggy.

  We watched the whole bear routine three times and then went off shopping. We spent way more than ten pounds but I didn’t comment. But I couldn’t keep my lip buttoned when Mum flashed a new credit card. She said her friend Jenny had ‘sold’ it to her. I felt sick as soon as I saw it. Mum wasn’t supposed to have any credit cards at all. She’d got into a lot of debt when she first met Paul and she’d tried to buy stuff using a stolen credit card and she’d ended up in the magistrates’ court. I was so scared then in case they sent Mum to prison, but she played dumb and they let her off with a fine, thank goodness. I was sure they wouldn’t let her off again if she tried anything dodgy.

  ‘Mum!’ I hissed, as she flashed her card in Claire’s, buying bangles and a sparkly hairslide for Bliss and a little pink handbag and a lipstick set for Pixie.

  ‘Stop fussing, Lily,’ Mum said firmly.

  ‘But you’re not meant to.’

  ‘Shut up,’ Mum said. She raised her eyebrows at the shop assistant. ‘Kids! She’s just sulking because I won’t let her have the necklace she wants.’

  This was so mean I nearly cried. I just stood there, red-faced, trembling that the credit card would be rejected – but amazingly Mum knew the right pin number and the transaction went through. Baxter was barging about the shop, pointing at everything, going, ‘Yuck, too pink, yuck, too girlie,’ over and over again.

  When we got outside the shop Mum prodded him in the stomach and went, ‘Yuck, nasty smelly bad boy!’ Then she looked at me. ‘Don’t give me that look! I could knock your block off, making all that fuss in there. You were acting like I’d nicked that card.’

  ‘Well, didn’t you?’

  ‘I told you, I got it off Jenny.’

  ‘And where did she get it from?’

  ‘Just stop it, Lily. Who do you think you are, someone from The Bill? OK, don’t feel you have to accept a present off my dodgy card.’

  ‘I don’t want one, thanks,’ I said, and I marched off further up the mall.

  I felt tears pricking my eyelids and blinked furiously. I wasn’t a crybaby. I certainly wasn’t going to start blubbing in public. I forced myself to stride out, swinging my arms as if I didn’t have a care in the world. I couldn’t hear the clatter of the buggy or the chatter of the kids. Weren’t they following me? My heart started banging in my chest. No, maybe I really didn’t care. I was really cheesed off with Mum and fed up with my brother and sisters. I was better off on my own.

  ‘I am Lily and I walk alone,’ I muttered. I stepped onto the escalator to the next floor. I looked down as I rose upwards. ‘I am Lily and I fly alone,’ I said, spreading my arms. I imagined stepping off the escalator, swooping out into the atrium, circling round and round the glass roof, while all the crowds of shoppers pointed and marvelled down below.

  My arms rose of their own accord and I leaned sideways over the moving handrail.

  ‘Lily! What the hell are you doing? Watch out, you’ll topple over!’ Mum was yelling up at me, dragging Pixie in the buggy onto the escalator and yanking at Baxter and Bliss. I waited at the top for them, acting nonchalant.

  ‘You mad girl, what were you playing at?’ Mum said, giving me a good shake. Then she hugged me hard. ‘I thought you were trying to top yourself.’

  ‘Oh, Mum, don’t be crazy. I was just playing I could fly.’

  ‘Fly? You’re the crazy one. Stop playing silly flying beggars.’

  But later, as we wandered around the toy shop, Mum seized a little sparkly pair of fairy wings.

  ‘Here you are, Lily. This is what you need,’ she said, snorting with laughter.

  ‘Oh, ha ha,’ I said, flicking the toy wings contemptuously, though if I’d been as little as Pixie, or even Bliss, I’d have clamoured for them.

  ‘What do you want for a present, babe, seriously?’ said Mum, as she bought Baxter a toy fork-lift truck.

  ‘Nothing.’

  ‘Oh, come on, stop sulking,’ said Mum. ‘Look at the face on you! Hey, cheer up, cootchy-cootchy-coo.’ She tickled me under the chin as if I was a baby.

  ‘Leave it out! Mum, stop it!’ I doubled up, spluttering. I’m hopelessly ticklish and it’s a horrible disadvantage. You find yourself shrieking with laughter even when you’re furious.

  ‘That’s my girl!’ Mum said, digging her thumb and finger in my cheeks. ‘My Little Miss Smiley’s come back. Come on, pet, I’m in the mood for treating you. What do you want?’

  ‘Well . . . can I have a big drawing pad just for me?’

  ‘Of course you can, silly.’

  Mum didn’t get any old drawing pad with rough paper from one of the pound shops. She took us to a special art shop and bought me a giant pad of smooth white cartridge paper, and a new big set of felt-tip pens, all different subtle shades, so I could draw real-looking people, not girls with bright red skin and canary yellow hair. She spent more than the tenner I wanted for the school trip but she was having such fun it seemed mean to point this out. She bought us all sweets and chocolates too, and a couple of celebrity mags for herself and comics for the kids. She wanted to buy me a magazine too, so I chose My Gorgeou