‘Let’s do some climbing,’ said Dexter when they reached the hill. ‘There’s a wonderful view from the top.’
‘Did Emma come up here too?’ Jasmine asked him when they reached the top.
‘Yes, we came here together,’ Dexter replied. ‘I have a photo of us both on the hill. I’ll show you it when we get bake to London.’
‘Do you miss Emma?’ Jasmine asked quietly.
‘Yes, I miss her every day,’ Dexter said. ‘She was my best friend. Do you miss her?’
‘I think I miss her,’ Jasmine said. ‘But I was only four when she died. I don’t remember her very well. She was nice, wasn’t she?’
‘She was very nice,’ Dexter said.
‘Who’s your best friend now’ daddy?’ asked Jasmine.
‘You are, of course,’ Dexter replied quickly.
‘Can we go down now?’ Jasmine said. ‘I’m a bit tired.’