Lingering briefly in the hallway she saw Mr Clements through the open door, sitting on the edge of the table while his friend picked out a tune on the piano. His hair was caught in a flame of sunlight, his face smooth and golden as a girl's. He looks like Mikey would look, thought Madeleine. As she watched, he turned his head, a delighted smile dying on his lips when he saw her. Hurriedly she turned away and scuttled towards the back stairs, one resentful thought echoing in her mind: he looks like Mikey should look.
