‘Angela and HB will murder you! Clive will murder you! Someone will murder you, anyway!’ Will smiled and shook his head. ‘No they won’t.’ ‘Why not? It’s months since you saw your dad.’ ‘Clive rang just as we left Riddle Gully,’ said Will above the clanking of the train. ‘He says he’s got the flu so camping’s off. Tiff came on and said it was only a man-cold and I should come anyway, but if my dad doesn’t want me around …’ Will’s voice trailed off. ‘Some people feel sickness more than others,’ Pollo offered, rubbing her goosebumpy arms. ‘They can’t help it.’ ‘Yeah. He’s one of them — a wuss.’ Will unzipped his backpack and drew out a fleecy jacket. He plonked it on Pollo’s lap. ‘Here, take this. I’m warm enough in my windcheater.’ Pollo pulled on Will’s jacket eagerly. ‘Thanks!’ She prodded Will’s sagging backpack with a foot. ‘Do you even have a change of clothes in there?’ ‘Nup. I was going on a father-and-son camping trip, remember?
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