Meeting Mr and Mrs Fox.

Kylie sat in butter-soft cream leather in Richie's car. It was a complete luxury.  A Range Rover, she thought. Cars were not high on Kylie's list of .tinteresting things. She couldn't drive, and she either walked or travelled on the bus or tube. This car was glorious, and the seats were high up so that you could see much more than in a regular car. She settled into the lovely cream leather seat, they were very comfortable, but not so good if you had kids she thought—nothing like sticky juice to mess things up. 

"Tell me your postcode, Kylie?" Richie asked, wanting to type it into the GPS. "Ok let's get this show on the road." He said starting the engine, "How's Suki, almost asleep I think. 

Kylie smiled, "It's been a tiring day for her."

"So, what do you during the day, do you work, or do you just look after Suki."

"I just look after Suki, though I might think about going to college in September to do travel and tourism,