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“Hi, it’s me.” I was out of breath after dashing from the languages block to get a signal.

“Shall I phone you back?” Mum said. “Save your credit.”

“I’ve got a lecture now. I just wanted to tell you something.” I cradled my mobile under my chin and got out my lit folder. “Do you remember that extended essay I had to write when I was in Lyons?”

“I think you mentioned it. Eight thousand words, wasn’t it?”

“That’s the one,” I said, almost dropping the folder in my excitement to get my words out. “I got a First for it.”

“That’s brilliant.”

I propped the folder against the wall. “Listen to what my tutor said: ‘This is one of the best undergraduate analyses I’ve read. I have high hopes for your results this year.’ Can I tell Dad now?”

“He’s having a nap, love, but I’ll tell him later.”

“Is he all right?” I couldn’t keep the alarm out of my voice. He’d slept in the daytime during his treatment. But he was better now, wasn’t he?

“Of course. He’s just taking it easy.”

“If that’s all it is …”

“Definitely. Stop worrying. So are you celebrating in the uni bar tonight?”

“I don’t think I’ve got time.” I still had a business case study to finish and some vocab to learn.

“You can give yourself one night off.”

“I suppose I could go to the George.” Liz and Cheryl preferred the pub to the uni bar. I tagged along last week but left when the engineering lads moved in for a flirt. I had an essay to write anyway.

“Go on, love,” Mum said, “you never know, you might meet the man of your dreams.”