Maybe she’s the Canine Killer. Probably did her husband in as well. That’s what they say, psychos progress from one to the other. 21:13
Hannah Chapman, Jakob’s mum
FFS, her husband died in a car accident. And anyway, it’s not progression from humans to animals, it’s the other way around. 21:14
Erin Mackie, Tilly’s mum
Takes all sorts. 21:15
Hannah Chapman, Jakob’s mum
This is bullshit. 21:15
Hannah Chapman, Jakob’s mum left.
SIXTY-SEVEN
Saturday 9 January
If there was ever a morning Imogen needed to run, it was today. She was still fuming about the public dressing-down she’d received from Nancy the night before. In her restaurant! How dare Nancy waltz in like that, throw her weight around. Embarrass her like that. Imogen had had to smile and act as if it was no big deal. Had to apologize for the interruption to her diners’ evening. It had been utterly humiliating.
And not once had Nancy ever acknowledged her own daughter’s part in any of it. The whole thing was a joke and Imogen was not going to let it go.
The sex was more urgent today. Imogen pulled James upstairs and he was pleasantly surprised by her enthusiasm. Afterwards they lay spent on the bed.
‘I’m still upset that you suspended Rosie,’ said Imogen.
‘What was I supposed to do?’ said James. ‘You need to let her know that what she did can never happen again.’
‘She didn’t mean it. You make it sound as if she’s evil. She’s not just stepped out ofThe Omen, you know. Kids can be kids and sometimes it goes wrong.’
‘Imogen—’
‘I’ve spoken to her, OK? She knows she made a mistake.’
Imogen rolled onto her side, caressed James’s chest. ‘I also wanted to speak to you about Miss Young.’
‘What about her?’
‘It’s clear she dislikes Rosie intensely. It’s highly unprofessional. And the way she questioned her. It was out of order.’
James grunted in a non-committal way.
‘You know I’m right. I’m not sure she’s the best teacher for your school.’
James lifted his head. Frowned. ‘What are you saying?’
‘Nothing. Just voicing an opinion.’
When she got home, Dylan and Rosie were tidying away the breakfast things.
‘Good run?’ asked Dylan.
Imogen went to get a glass of water. ‘Great.’
‘Rosie and I have been talking about her apology to Lara.’
She tensed. ‘Oh yeah?’
