Rachel grinned. ‘You might be a believer in all that mystical rubbish, but I’m rather more pragmatic, as you know. But if it makes you feel better about snogging the local MP, who isn’t exactly your soulmate, politically speaking, then you go for it.’

Holly groaned. ‘I was wondering when you were going to get to that. I can’t imagine the kind of discussions we’re likely to have around the dinner table. If we ever get as far as dinner, that is!’

‘You both behaved yourselves at Sunday lunch last weekend,’ Rachel said. ‘Although, since you hadn’t snogged each other at that point, perhaps neither of you wanted to argue about politics.’

‘Ha-ha!’ Holly said mutinously. She glanced at her watch. ‘It’s getting late – I’d better head off.’

‘Thanks again for tonight.’ Rachel shook her head. ‘I’m usually so on it with Harry’s meds, but I’ve really been off my game lately. I’m just crap.’

‘You are not crap!’ Holly replied hotly. ‘You’re doing the best you can under very tricky circumstances. And I don’t know how you manage it. Especially since Harry’s miserable excuse for a father has bogged off to the other side of the world. You do an amazing job and you give Harry everything he needs.’

‘Thanks, sis,’ Rachel replied. ‘It’s just hard, you know, knowing that there’s a drug out there that could make all the difference for Harry, give him, and us, a new lease of life, and yet he can’t have it.’

‘You need to nudge Charlie,’ Holly said. ‘Forget about what’s going on with him and me. Make another appointment to see him and get him to help. He’s the MP, for goodness’ sake. That’s his flipping job.’

‘I will,’ Rachel sighed. ‘As soon as Harry’s settled into nursery, I’ll book in to one of Charlie’s surgeries again. Who knows, Charlie might be able to do some good where Hugo Fitzgerald couldn’t.’

‘I’m sure he will,’ Holly said softly. ‘He seems like a good bloke. And I’m not just saying that because I snogged him tonight.’ She hugged her sister. ‘Call me if you need anything, OK?’

‘I will.’ Rachel smiled. ‘And hopefully I won’t interrupt your next session with Charlie!’

‘‘Night, sis,’ Holly said as she walked to the front door.