Leaving Poppy [antikvár]

anter Hs The path up to the front door was thick with leaves fallen early from the plane tree by. the gate. Amber put down her huge suitcase and rummaged in her bag for the key, miming to the cab driver that she was OK, everything was OK. But he still didn't drive off. "You gonna be all right, luv?" he called. "I'm fine!" she cried. "Want me to wait, make sure it's the right house?" Amber made herself turn back, forced a .smile at him, "It's OK! This is definitely it!" He shrugged, in a some-people-won't-let-themselves-be-helped way, started the car up again, and accelerated off. Amber was alone. If it's the wrong place, she told herself, I'll hide my suitcase in the bushes, and go and find a call box, and phone Who will I phone? It'11 be the right place. It has to be. She was trembling with a mixture of fear and intense