Marshmallow has always been my favourite taste in the world, although Summer has never been keen.‘It’s so boring,’ she used to say, wrinkling up her nose. ‘So plain. Sweet but nothingy.’I’ve always had this horrible feeling that she thinks I’m boring and plain and nothingy too, for liking it.But to me marshmallow isn’t boring at all. It is soft and sweet and fluffy, a little piece of heaven.I spot the old pine trunk, still sitting in a corner, and like last night, the tiniest shiver runs down my spine. I’m not sure whether it comes from fear or excitement.‘Mum?’ I ask, as she sets the cupcakes on a rack to cool, ‘I was wondering … what are you actually going to do with the trunk from the attic?’Mum frowns. ‘Well, I don’t know … all that stuff is probably worth quite a bit to an antiques dealer. And we could really use the money right now. It’ll be Christmas in a couple of months.’‘No!’ I protest. ‘Don’t sell them!’I don’t know why, but the thought of Clara’s things being sold feels wrong.Mum frowns.
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