Annie woke from a doze as the front door slammed shut. -Ah, here she is. Fi bounced into the room with her usual restless energy. She wore ripped jeans, biker boots and a faded grey Slipknot tee shirt, a nose ring, five earrings in one ear, four in another. -And wearing enough eyeliner to keep the sodding makers in business for a year. She was such a pretty little girl. Ah well, maybe this is how girls do pretty nowadays.’ Fi put a copy of the Racing Post on the table beside Annie’s chair. ‘That all you got me?” ‘No, but don’t let mum find it, she’d fucking kill me.’ Fi rummaged in her rucksack and brought out a small bottle of vodka. ‘That’s my girl. Fetch us a glass from the sideboard, darlin’, and one for yourself unless you want to pretend you don’t drink. There’s something I’ve got to tell you.’ She’d woken up at four o'clock this morning, knowing what she wanted and that Fi and Susan, her daughter and Fi’s mum...