She kept me entertained by doing imitations of the people sitting around us – the woman who kept sniffing and dabbing her nose with a disgusting hankie, the old man muttering to himself, the guy whose head was falling forward as he nodded off to sleep – until I ached from the effort of holding in my laughter. I was so distracted by her kidding around that it wasn’t until we were on my street that my nerves kicked in. How would Toby react to Miranda? And what would Miranda think of my kooky mum? It could be a huge disaster. ‘Our place is pretty messy and disorganised,’ I said. Miranda snorted. ‘Wait till you see Oona’s place.’ ‘Also, my little brother gets a bit shy around people he doesn’t know,’ I said. ‘Don’t take it personally. Oh and whatever you do, don’t swear in front of my mum. She hates it. Even “bitch” sends her over the edge.’ Miranda draped her arm across my shoulder. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said.
