It was way past mine too. ‘Don’t you ever go off like that again,’ Jake said. ‘Kendall’s been crying for you.’ ‘No I haven’t,’ said Kendall, hitting him on the head with George. ‘I don’t want stupid old Lola Rose. I can’t stick her.’ ‘Is that true?’ I said. ‘Can’t we have a cuddle then?’ Kendall shook his head but I picked him up anyway. He feebly punched me to prove his point and then snuggled into me. ‘Bedtime,’ I said, nuzzling his soft, feathery hair. ‘I’m not a bit tired,’ Kendall said, yawning. ‘I am,’ said Jake. ‘I reckon I’ve read Thomas the Tank Engine at least two hundred times.’ I got Kendall into bed. He went to sleep in seconds. Then I sidled back to Jake. ‘Are you going to tell Mum I dressed up in her stuff and went out?’ ‘I should do. But I’m not going to.’ ‘Thanks!’ ‘I’m just saving my own skin. She’d be mad at me for letting you. Lola Rose, have you really got a boyfriend?’ ‘Well, I know these boys.
