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  1. Cover
  2. By the same author
  3. SUZY SUZY
  4. Copyright
  5. Contents
  6. Glossary of Dialect Terms
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  89. About William Wall
  90. An Invitation from the Publisher

It was Serena who found out where my dad was living. Clarinda Park, where we had an empty house. He wasn’t living with Miss Morocco idk maybe she wouldn’t have him. By then my mam had her mobile switched off. She wasn’t texting him and she wasn’t speed-dialling him any more. Her heart had hardened. When a heart gets too hard it just breaks. Mine was breaking too. I could feel it. I spent four days shaking and thinking where is my dad? What if he dies and I’m not there? Like that’s the other side of, What if he dies when I’m there? Idk. I’m confused. Then I was just sad. Holly and Serena told me stories. Like your dad is hiding out from the Revenue. Your dad is gone somewhere to get money to pay them off. Fairytales. It wasn’t the money. So after school one day me and Serena and Holly went to Clarinda Park. Holly does German and French. She hates Miss Philpott. Like one time Holly made a mistake in grammar and Miss Philpott said there was no place in the German language for stupidity. Like what the actual fuck? Does that even mean anything? Holly says having a teacher who is a Nazi is normal. C’est la vie, she says. She says, At least I’m not Greek. I don’t get that and neither does Serena. But as we were walking Holly did the names of the roads in a German accent. Like, Emperley, Eshley, Villowmere, Eshley Mound, Kinksvay, Ze Pattocks, Vyndham Cloze, Eshley Cloze. And then she makes a sort of orgasmic sound. And then, Oh Kenzinkton Downz, Brrrrierly Downz, Entzleigh, Clarinda Park. Her and Serena thought it was hilarious and I laughed too, but inside I was just sad. Then she was taking off Angela Merkel. She can do Angela Merkel like she was real. Leary hates Merkel. Holly can do languages, it’s her thing. She says she is going to learn a new language every five years. Next up is Italian. Emperley is Amberley. Only knobs live there. Like every second house is Inhabited By An Executive Of A Fortune 500 Company with Electric Gates and Cameras. I imagine him sitting in his office watching us going by on his mobile phone. We try to see if the cameras track us but they are maybe fixed cameras. That’s the bargain-basement option. The real deal is cameras you can control yourself. Like imagine you’re on holidays in Bermuda or wherever Fortune 500 guys go to chill, and you’re sitting by the pool with some totally hot blonde and you’re on your gold-plated iPhone watching some skanky langer in a tracksuit and a ski mask breaking in your back window and nicking your kit. A camera would ruin a trip to Bermuda.