East Side

Epilogue

"Mum!!" yelled Alice as I ran into the kitchen. "I need a plaster!"

"They're in the bucket, hon," I said, taking the two black slices of toast out of the toaster.

"Burnt to a crisp, James!" I yelled. That was aimed at my husband.

"As usual," he groaned, walking in and wrapping his arms round me. "I'm a rubbish cook."

"Believe in yourself," I smiled, and kissed him lightly.

"Daddy! I got a papercut!" Alice squealed excitedly. "It didn't hurt!"

I left Alice squealing, and ran upstairs. I walked up to the door that had a sign on it. 'Robin's Room. Keep Out' it read. I knocked on it hard. I heard a groaning sound.

"Wake up, Robin!" I shouted through the door. "You've got an hour until you leave for East Side!"

A happy squeal came from inside the room. The door swung open to reveal my beautiful 15-year old daughter Robin Heathwood-Jordan.

"You're growing up so fast," I sniffed, hugging her tight. She laughed.

"Mum!" she smiled, rolling her eyes at my motherly attitude. "I'm not two anymore!"

I laughed and left her to get ready. "An hour, remember!"

Walking down the stairs, my phone buzzed on the worktop. I snatched it up and pressed 'Take'. Dizzy's picture flashed on the screen as her voice came out of the reciever.

"Bry!" she said. "How are you?"

I laughed. "Fine. You?"

"Peachy. Raven's going crazy."

"Same this end," I sighed. "Robin's estatic."

"Yeah. Anyway, what time does the plane take off?"

I laughed. Dizzy was so bad at remembering. "Half 11."

"Sugar, really?" she gasped.

"Yup."

"Ok. I'd better go get Raven out of bed."

"Yeah, probably. See you later."

"Bye!"

She hung up. I smiled as I put the phone down back onto the table. My son Tobias came waddling up to me. He was nearly 1, and was learning to walk. I picked him up and walked into the kitchen.

"Mummy!" Alice cried. "Daddy made toast!"

I laughed and hugged her.

"Over-reactor," I whispered in her ear.

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"BRY!" yelled a very excited Dizzy from the front of the crowd by the windows.

"Hiya, Diz," I smiled, walking over.

"Bryony!" Blue greeted. "Still with Tranquilie?"

"Yes," I said, and slapped him.

"Auntie Bryony!" screamed Dizzy's younger daughter, Melodae.

"Hiya, kid," I smiled, and swept her into a hug.

"Bry," James warned. "They're taking off."

I turned back to the window and waved, as I watched the plane with the East Side crest on soar into the sun.