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Version: 2019-06-03
Contents
1 Cover
2 Title Page
3 Copyright
4 Contents
5 Chapter Eleven: Exasperated and Worried
6 Chapter Twelve: Play Nicely
7 Chapter Thirteen: Not Responsible
8 Chapter Fourteen: Hospital
9 Chapter Fifteen: A Breakthrough?
10 Chapter Sixteen: My Fault
11 Chapter Seventeen: Accused
12 Chapter Eighteen: Leaving
13 Chapter Nineteen: Shocking
15 About the Publisher
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Chapter Eleven
‘It’s only happening after contact,’ I told Tess on the phone. Very worried, I’d telephoned her straight away, and thankfully she was still at her desk at 5.30 p.m. Lucy and Paula were taking care of Kit and Molly. ‘Either the children are getting very upset at contact and they’re reacting by being sick or it’s something they’re eating there. I can’t think what else it can be.’
‘They weren’t ill on Wednesday, were they?’ Tess pointed out.
‘No. So what was different? I’ll keep a close watch on Kit’s rash and take him to the hospital if necessary. They haven’t got any other symptoms and I’ve given them nothing new to eat. We’re having lasagne for dinner, which they haven’t had before, but we haven’t had dinner yet.’
‘How did they seem when they came out of contact?’ Tess asked.
‘Quiet, but not obviously upset.’ Tess would know that most children took
