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‘Who’s going to die?’ Callum’s father asked.
‘Nobody, Dad. It’s just a figure of speech.’ Callum had brought something with him for his father. He opened the bag and rummaged through.
The young care assistant said, ‘I have a pen and paper.’
Callum looked up and caught her taking a small notepad and pen out of the pocket of her uniform. ‘Here.’ She handed them over. ‘Do you know how big your show is in Scotland?’
Callum had no clue, but he guessed he was about to find out. He glanced at her as he scribbled her a note, thinking that perhaps this was another good reason to leave Scotland and head down south for a bit.
‘What’s your name?’
She pointed at her name badge.‘We heard the show was cancelled.’
'Where did you hear that?’ Callum asked, shocked. He didn’t think the news had been officially released by the studio yet.
‘Social media.’ She caught his expression, and shrugged. ‘I guess it was leaked.’ She brightened. ‘I signed the online petition.’
‘There’s an online petition?’
‘Oh yes, there’s already thousands of signatures. We’re hoping another studio picks it up.’
Callum stared at her, surprised. He thought youngsters weren’t into these shows now.
‘They have to bring it back. They can’t leave it on a cliff-hanger.’
Oh, but they can, thought Callum. He kept that thought to himself as he finished signing his little note with a flourish. ‘There.’ He handed it over.
She looked at the autograph. ‘Thanks, but ... my friends are never going to believe I met Fergus MacGregor. Can I take a selfie?’
Callum nodded. ‘Sure.’
She walked over. Callum draped a hand around her shoulder and smiled as she took a selfie on her phone. She walked to the door, staring at her phone.
Callum turned to his dad and suddenly had a thought. ‘Excuse me.’
She turned around. ‘Yes?’
‘Can you do something for me?’
‘Oh, anything.’
‘Look, do you mind not telling your friends or on social mediawhereyou met me? I just don’t think it would be fair on my dad or the other residents if—’
‘Of course. I swear I won’t breathe a word.’
Callum exhaled in relief. ‘Thanks.’
She opened the door and stepped outside, casting a glance over her shoulder. ‘You know, you’re better looking in real life – if that’s possible.’ She blushed as she said it before closing the door.
Callum rolled his eyes and turned to his father, who was standing at the window, watering his plants.
‘Dad. I’ve brought something for you.’ Callum picked up his bag and put it on the bed.
His dad turned around. Callum noticed he’d remembered to put the watering can down this time.
‘Look what I brought with me,’ Callum said, opening his bag. He glanced at the desk near the window and decided to get out all the things in the bag and put them on the table. He smiled as he got out the bookbinding equipment and a couple of books he’d found lying around his father’s study. ‘I thought we could bind a book together. What do you think, Dad?’ Callum carefully laid out an old book and all the materials and tools needed for bookbinding, including a very sharp knife. He looked over at his dad expectantly as he walked over to the table. Henry picked up the knife.
For a moment, Callum wondered if his plan was a good idea. ‘Careful with that – it’s sharp!’
