“Right, well, I’ll go check out the bathrooms to see if they’re as fabulous as everything else!’ Jenny said brightly, and slipped away, wondering if she’d manage to avoid the Coven when she came out. Or she could just hide in the bathroom for the next two hours. If only Richie had come, but he was (officially) correcting essays and (unofficially) not remotely interested in getting to know other parents at the school. What’s the point in having a live-in childminder if we never go out at night, she’d said, but Richie just shrugged and pointed to the stack of essays. In fact, in the three months since Carrie had been living with them, they hadn’t had a single night out, Jenny realized. She’d have to fix that – they could do with some conversation and connection.”