Blood and tea mixed on the lino.
Kit didn't move. Mrs Gough had head the screaming, but Kit hadn't heard her knocking.
"Susie? Susie! Oh my God!"
She scrambled for the phone, and wrapped a tea towel around Julie's wrists. That's when she saw Kit underneath the table. She dropped the tea towel.
"She was crying so I made her a cup of tea," Kit whispered.
"Hush, baby, everything's going to be OK," she soothed.
Kit's icecream had melted into a tepid brown soup on the counter. The thought of the wasted ice cream made Kit sad as the paramedics teased him out.
Stephen still had two hours left on his curfew.
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