This Sark air makes you sleep deeply, doesnt it?" It was true, she never slept so deeply at home. "Yeah she said. "Where's Fletcher today? How's his ankle?" "Oh, his ankles fine! He's driving one of my carriages for me so I have the morning off And so I'm giving him some judo classes!" said her dad, putting out his hand to pull poor Richard back onto his feet. But I could tell him that you're hoping to see him! continued Richard. who? said Fizza. Fletcher "No, it's OK!" said Fizza quickly, but it was too late. Richard had already taken his cell phone from his pocket. Fletcher! Is everything OK?" he shouted into the phone. As Richard listened to his son's answer, Fizza tried to stop herself from screaming and running down the hill. Why did all adults have to embarrass her all the time? She didnt want to see that rude boy! "Guess what, Fletcher!" Richard continued. Tm here with Fizza McIntyre at the cottage. Why don't you come over when you've finished?" Poor Fizza thought she was going to explode with embarrassment, just like the time she saw Billy Adams in the Bullring Shopping Centre. And you have to both stay for lunch!" said her mom. coming out of the cottage carrying two mugs of coffee. "Could this get any worse?" thought Fizza. At lunch the three adults talked happily but Fizza and fletcher, who were sitting side by side, sat quietly without looking at one another