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I stood there, staring, frozen to the spot with shock.

Whoever I’d thought it might be, it had never even entered my head that it could be...

‘Jackie?’ I gasped.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

The Maisie Diaries

Well, I didn’t think it could possibly get any worse. But it just did.

Guess what the knobhead has gone and done now?!!!!

He only went and asked Amy – MY FRIEND AMY – if she wanted to go to the cinema with him!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was standing right there when he said it. So Amy glared at him and said how dare he ask her to go out with him when it was me who bought the cinema tickets in the first place.

‘You really do have a very small brain,’ she said. ‘Don’t you think it should be Maisie you’re asking to go with you?’

So Reuben looked at me and said, ‘You must be joking. She’s weird.’ He said the weird bit loudly because he knew his mates were standing watching.

They all creased up laughing, which made me feel about as small as a slug. But less attractive.

Rosie

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

I stood there in the street, staring down at the face of the figure in black.

‘What the hell, Jackie?’

Jackiewas my intruder?

I couldn’t believe it. She was rubbing her foot, panting and breathless, refusing to look up at me.

‘So I presume you’re the one who ruined all my food for the market?’ I gasped, also out of breath after the chase. ‘Did you write those horrible anonymous notes to me as well?’

‘You deserved it, Rosie,’ she muttered, still avoiding my eye. ‘I hate you so much for what you did to Mark.’

‘What?’ Her question blindsided me.

She tried to get up but her ankle gave way and she yelped. I held out my hand to help her but she ignored me and struggled to a standing position.

‘What do you mean you hate me?’ I asked, bewildered. ‘You were all lovely and friendly to me at Clare’s lunch earlier.’

‘Yes, well, I wasn’t about to spoil Brian’s pre-wedding celebrations, was I?’ she snarled. ‘So I put on a good show of being pleased to see you.’

‘Itwasa good show. But I loved Mark. I loved him so much. I still do. So I don’t know why you’re so angry at me.’

She looked at me at last, her eyes blazing with anger. ‘You mean you haven’t figured it out?’

‘No! Just tell me!’

She snorted, ‘That’s typical of the sort of selfish, uncaring person that you are. You’ve no idea, have you? You probably still think you did nothing wrong.’

I shrugged helplessly. ‘I’ve no idea what you mean.’

She looked at me then, straight in the eye. ‘I saw you, Rosie. I saw what you did on the night of Mark’s funeral.’

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