“I can still cancel.” Dad rolls up his trousers and shirts, lining them side by side in his suitcase like enormous sausages. He swears it keeps out the creases. He’s a very tidy packer considering the mess he’s happy to live in. “I said it’s fine, Dad. Really.” Dad looks doubtful. I know he feels bad about leaving right before my exams, but it’s not often he gets offered a lecture stint in America. And I’m glad he’s got his career back on track – after Mum died, Dad barely worked for... nearly six months. He was lucky the university held his job open. “It’s only four weeks,” I add. “I’m just going to be revising anyway.” Dad looks at me as he lines up the sleeves on another shirt. “And you’re okay staying with Martha and Paul?” “Of course I am. Anyway, Lianna said I could go to hers if I need a break.” “I still wish you were coming with me,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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