I Really Don’t Want to Know @page { margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-top: 5pt } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; src: url(fonts/CharisSILR.ttf); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; src: url(fonts/CharisSILB.ttf); font-style: normal; font-weight: bold } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; src: url(fonts/CharisSILI.ttf); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; src: url(fonts/CharisSILBI.ttf); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold } 9. I Really Don’t Want to Know Friday 21st May 2004 Bella I protest at being dragged into this farce. Every sensible bone in my body is screaming objections but it would be infinitely more terrible to be left out. Amelie rang and nonchalantly asked if I was doing anything this Friday. I said I wasn’t and she asked if I would babysit for her. Delighted to, I said. Then she added that as she and Laura were having a night out could I babysit Eddie too. I was furious. Of course, I couldn’t admit it.
