into her imaginings.
âYour brothers?â Eva wasnât exactly sure which of the many young men sheâd seen in next-doorâs garden were Jamieâs brothers.
âMichael and Drew. Theyâre older than me. A lot older. Theyâre grown up, but they still live at home. They like to party, and Mum and Dad donât mind.â
âDo you mind?â Eva asked quietly. She wondered if that was why he always seemed to be hiding, separate from the rest of his family.
Jamie shrugged. âYour house is different,â he said. âItâs quiet, calm. I think it must be nice, you know, to have your parents there when you come home from school, to have the house tidy and ordered and neat. Thatâs what I imagine, anyway, when I look at your house.â
Eva felt a sudden piercing feeling in her chest. She couldnât answer him.
âLook.â Jamie was pointing up into the sky. âThe first star is out.â
Eva followed his gaze. The red and orange sky had sunk into inky blue and a bright twinkle of light had appeared.
âDo you know the best thing I ever saw?â Jamie paused to make sure Eva was listening.
Eva found her voice again. âNo, what?â
âOnce, where we used to live, there was a power cut. It was night-time and all the lights went out in the houses and the streets. The whole place went as dark as a cave. Mum fished around in the kitchen, looking for candles and banging into things. But I went outside. You could see better in the garden than in the house because of the moon and stars. I climbed a tree. I could see the sky the way itâs meant to be. There were so many stars. They were clustered together in a line, like the headlights on a motorway â a go-faster stripe in the sky. That was the Milky Way, I found out later. It was amazing.â
A second star appeared, near to the first.
âAnd you know the most amazing thing?â Jamie asked.
âNo, what?â
âThe stars are always there. Even when the lights are on. Even in the daytime. That strip of stars is always there, right above our heads. Millions of them.â
Eva nodded slowly. âThat is amazing,â she said.
They watched the sky as another star appeared, then another, until the pinpricks of light were tossed against the black like glitter on card.
From her own house, Eva heard a shout. âEva! Eva!â
She could hear the worry, the panic, in Dadâs voice. She had been out too long.
âI have to go.â She kept low over the shed roofs and dropped down into her own garden. She ran into the kitchen and through to the hall.
Dad stood at the bottom of the stairs, his face twisted with anguish.
âWhere were you?â he asked. She could see a vein on his neck pulsing hard.
âJust in the garden,â she whispered. âIâm sorry.â
âI thought . . .â Dad gave a faltering laugh. âI donât know. I thought youâd been stolen away. That the elves had taken you. Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have panicked.â He gave her a hug, pulling her into him with strong arms. âI couldnât bear it if something happened to you,â he said. âWeâre all weâve got now. You know that, donât you? Itâs me and you.â
Eva knew that.
But there was a part of her that wished sheâd been able to stay to watch all the stars come out.
Chapter 7
Eva and Jamie werenât on litter duty the next morning. Instead, they had got their hands on some paintbrushes and were part of Shanikaâs team. Jamie muttered that Shanika should be collecting litter, seeing as theyâd done it yesterday. It was only fair to swap. Eva blushed â they hadnât actually picked up any litter.
âHereâs an apron,â Shanika said.
âThanks.â It was firework-splattered with paint. Eva slipped it over her head.
âWhat about me?â Jamie asked.
âThat was