‘I thought we had bacon. Sadie, could you run over to the supermarket? There’s just time before it shuts.’ Reluctantly, because it was growing dark outside, Sadie shrugged on her parka and grabbed Ellie’s wallet from the kitchen bench. ‘Just bacon?’ ‘Pick up some milk while you’re there – oh, and a potato . . . And if you feel like some chocolate after dinner . . .’ Sadie sighed heavily and turned back for a shopping bag. ‘Thank you!’ called Ellie. ‘That’s okay!’ Sadie yelled from the door. Wow, she thought, when did we start being so nice to each other? The chilly twilight air slapped her awake. Clouds scudded across the sky as she hurried along the road. She had five minutes till the store closed. The automatic doors slid open, and she darted inside. Behind the register, a pinch-faced woman with sandy hair glanced up from her magazine. She was Fox’s mum, Sadie knew.
