And then he kissed me.

Softly on the mouth.

It felt really nice.

Then he did it again.

He had a lovely soft mouth.

It wasn't like the bat thing at all.

It was soft and melty.

Then he did it again, and put his arms around my waist and pulled me to him.

Oh, please Gabriel, don't let me faint or fall down a rabbit-hole or bang my head on a branch or...

Then he stopped.

He said, "Tallulah, I can't do this."

Oh no.

I said, "I could get better at kissing, if someone would help me...It's just that I haven't-"

He hugged me to him.

"Lullah, it's nothing to do with that, it's nothing to do with you. You mustn't think that. And it's not that I don't want to. I do. But..."

But what?

He said, "I've got a girlfriend."

When I woke up, it was still dark. In my squirrel bed, I dreamt that I was up on the moors with the Bronte sisters. We were having a book club meeting and I said to Emily, "I've rewritten Wuthering Heights and now it has a happy ending. Heathcliff goes to dog obedience lessons with Matilda and the whole thing ends spiffingly." Then Heathcliff came striding towards us in his white shirt and breeches, and as he gets nearer I realise it is Charlie.

Charlie just looks at us and pours candle wax over his hands.

How could things go so nearly right all the time? First I'm kissed by Charlie, and then he tells me he has a girlfriend.

I suppose if it had been Cain he wouldn't have bothered to tell me.

It was a good job I was going home.

But I didn't want to go home.

Even one of the squirrel slippers has lost its tail. I could get Harold to sew it back on if I was staying here.

I got up and went to look out of the window. There was a big full moon, casting silver shadows amongst the trees and across the fields and moors.

It is the big performance of Wuthering Heights tomorrow. The headmaster from Woolfe Academy is coming and some of Monty and Sidone's 'theatre dahling' friends.

I was so restless and upset. I looked at myself in the mirror as the light came up. I don't mind my face really. Charlie wouldn't have kissed me at all if he thought I was ugly, would he?

Unless he felt sorry for me.

Would you kiss someone you felt sorry for?

I'd like to think I was a kind person who would.

But maybe I wouldn't.

In the end I gave up trying to go back to sleep. I thought I would go and see little Lullah and little Ruby. Everyone was still in bed, so I went downstairs and opened the back door quietly. And as I did, I saw Connie swooping off, so the coast was clear.

When I opened the barn door, there was someone in there holding one of the owlets. It was Lullah because I could see her legs sticking out.

I said, "Um, hello?"

And the figure turned round.

Cain.

Fondling the owls.

He'd better not be hurting them.

He said, "Oh, it's you. You get around for a lanky girl wi' nowt to her. Are you off back to your soft Southern gaff?"

I said, "You are a complete bounder!"

He half-smiled at me.

"Bounder? Is tha doing a bloody panto at that Dither Hall?"

I was so angry with him. Especially as I was practising being him.

"You know what I mean, all that rock-star stuff, and Jack. And all those poor girls...You pick them up and put them down like they were toy girls. And then they leap into the river. And you just don't care, because you're so selfish."

He looked at me, with his dark eyes gleaming.

"Why ist tha blaming me? I can't help it, tha knows."

"What do you mean, you can't help it?"

He went and sat down, moodily poking the owlets with a little stick.

I said, "Don't do that, poking them."

He said, "They like it."

"They don't. Anyway, what do you mean, you can't help it?"

"I'm just a boy."

"That's ridiculous, I might as well say I'm just a girl."

"Tha can say that. Tha is a girl..."

"I know that I'm a girl, thank you."

"Aye, let's not get carried away...tha's nearly a girl."

Suddenly I felt like I had grown into my knees. I said straight to his face, his black hateful face, "Do you know what, Cain Hinchcliff, I hate you. It's quite a pleasant feeling."

He looked at me and said, "No, you dunt really. Tha just don't know what to mek of me. I make you feel funny."

I turned and stormed out of the barn.

CHAPTER 19.

Withering Tights

Wearing the golden slippers of applause We are all in the dressing room, getting ready for the show. Oh, I was so nervous. I hope I didn't have to go to the loo again, it took ages to get out of my breeches.

Ms Fox gave us her pep talk before we took to the stage. It was: "Right girls, this is it. Now then, remember what counts is this it's not the preparation, it's not the costumes, it's not even how tall you are...the main thing is...go out there and...BE GOOD!"

And that was it. Be good.

I've peeked through the curtains the whole of Dother Hall is here to watch and some friends of Sidone's. And the headmaster of Woolfe Academy. I said to Jo, "That bloke with one leg must be the headmaster, Charlie told me about him."

Jo had a look. "Oooh, yes. Phil has given me a special friendship band to wear. We're going to write, and I hope that I'll see him, if, you know, I come back."

I said to her, "Of course you'll come back."

And I am sure she will. I am pretty sure all of them will. Even though they all do look very odd indeed.

I know I am a bloke in this, but Jo has devised her own costume for being thunder. It is some black trousers that are tight from the ankles to the knees and then really baggy round the bottom area, like she has pooed herself. She has big black headphones on and a dustbin lid attached to her chest which she is going to bang.

And she is loving every moment of it.

She gave me a big hug and said, "This is going to be great. You are going to be great."

Flossie and Honey are tuning up for the wind-singing. Honey is covered in veils and Flossie has a yashmak and harem pants on.

We've also made the set, which is Grimbottom with blasted oaks and painted waterfalls, and boulders made out of chicken wire and papier mache. It looks very atmospheric.

Monty came backstage to wish us luck. Monty has got Biffo and Sprogsy with him, and I think they might have had a sherry because Monty is wearing a kilt and sporran. He says it is the de Courcy clan tartan and then giggled a lot.

Just about ready to go on. Bob is cranking up the opening music. I am wearing breeches, a white shirt and riding boots. I have got my hair scraped back into a ponytail and my eyebrows have got some eyebrow pencil on them.

Flossie said, "You don't need much."

She's right, my eyebrows are dark enough. In fact, with my hair back, I do look like Cain. Especially if I scowl.

Vaisey is wearing a dark wig and pale make-up. It's so odd not seeing her red hair bouncing around and glossy like she'd eaten a tin of dog food. She is 'getting into character'.

I don't need to get into character, I feel so mixed up and cross anyway. Seeing Cain really upset me. And I have just banged my head on the prop-cupboard door. I was looking for some more fake grass for one of the villagers to throw about.

The curtains went up and I took a big breath.

The performance started with Cathy and Heathcliff as children, playing on the moors.

I walked out first on to the stage and strutted about, kicking stuff and finding my inner wildness. Then I yelled, "Dog, dog, where the bloody hell art thee?"

And Matilda came on!!

She was my special surprise idea. I had worked out with Ruby that if I carried her squeaky bone, she would follow me around. Also, every time I say 'Hooray' she lies on her back and puts her legs in the air because of her dog obedience classes. If I want her to go off, I just chuck her squeaky bone into the wings and she scampers off after it. Milly and Tilly feed her doggie treats until it is time for her to come on again.

I think she should definitely audition for the West End stage.

In the first bit, Cathy and I are all happy together, apart from when we fight and squabble. And even though the weather is often very bad (Jo, Flossie and Honey flitting and banging and singing and crashing into each other) Cathy and I enjoy just being together. And making our own fun. Because we are in love. And it makes us dance with joy.

At the bit when I was teaching Cathy my Irish dancing there was spontaneous applause from the audience. And for the very first time I felt the slippers of applause!

The second half was much darker. Heathcliff hears Cathy saying to a village person (Becka), "I would no more marry Heathcliff than die, he's rough and coarse and dark."

And Heathcliff goes off to London, broken-hearted.

Then Cathy is heartbroken because he is gone.

Vaisey sings her big song: I woke up We'd broke up Before we could start.

I'll never forget you Because I am so...

Bluuuuuueeeee (Ooh-oooh-oooh) It was amazing, we all watched from the wings.