'I just can't – ' 'Shut up.' I put my hand over Georgie's mouth and gently closed the door of the bungalow behind us. 'We'll talk about it down at the beach, otherwise Megan'll wake up.' I shone the torch across the lawn. 'Well, you could've waited till we were down there to tell me.' 'Oh what, you would've come down to the beach with us?' I whispered back to Georgie. 'You've had the poos with Micki and me since we didn't come to the gym.' 'Well, sorry! But how was I to know –' 'Ouch!' Micki stumbled. 'Can you keep the torch on the ground, Kia?' 'Sorry.' Behind me, the figures of Micki and Georgie wrapped in blankets followed my trail of light across the grass, past the board shed and down to the sand. 'Okay,' Georgie said, 'now can I yell?' 'Not too loud,' I warned. 'There's no way Megan'll wake up,' Micki told us. 'I think tonight's the first night she's actually slept.' 'Her snoring is worse than yours, Georgie.' 'Gee, thanks, Kia.' We must've looked like three caterpillars wrapped in cocoons as we sat on the sand with our blankets around us.
