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I pad to the front door, still wet, water puddling around my feet, tracing my passage across Amtico flooring. I open the door and Carly is standing in front of me. My boys run past me into the house. Always running, hurtling towards the next thing; this evening it’s a Spiderman cartoon. They disappear into the sitting room.

By Jenni’s standards, Carly is wearing too much make-up, but I like it. It suits her. She is bright.

Carly Burton bright. Stage bright, with her red shoes, red lipstick and lemon-bleached fifties hairstyle. She smiles, a Hollywood smile so wide she might swallow me. I step back a little and look down at her well-toned legs, her pointed knees. The sort of knees they use on Jimmy Choo photoshoots. And then I blush. I look up, away from her pussy pelmet skirt to find her saucer-like blue eyes watching me.

‘Thanks, Carly,’ I say. ‘Thank you so much. I owe you big time. One day I’ll make it up to you. I’ll pay you back.’

She puts her hand on my shoulder. It burns into me. I smell her breath as she leans towards me. Mint and vanilla. Strong enough to get high on.

‘Sooner rather than later, please,’ she says, tracing her index finger across my right cheek.

I catch her hand in mine.

‘What are you playing at, Carly?’ I ask as quietly as possible; I do not want the children to hear this.