Mrs Mack handed me a plate of leaves. ‘What’s this?’ ‘Mushroom omelette and salad. Doctor’s orders.’ ‘But it’s green.’ ‘Green food is good for you’ ‘Can’t I have mint choc-chip ice-cream instead?’ ‘And this is a glass of orange juice.’ ‘What?’ ‘And you too, Mr Peterson.’ ‘What?’ ‘And if you eat it all up, there’s a gooseberry crumble with your name on it.’ I knew she wouldn’t let us down. ‘I’m off to see Helen,’ he said, when we’d finished. I looked at him. He blushed slightly. ‘We have more catching up to do.’ ‘You’ll go blind,’ I said and we parted.
