Rebecca Brandon 37 Maida Vale Mansions Maida Vale London NW6 0YF May 27, 2003 Dear Mrs. Brandon: Thank you for your message. I have altered your will according to your instructions. Clause 5, section (f) now reads: “And nothing at all to Jess, since she’s so mean. And anyway, she’s got heaps of money.” With kind regards, Jane Cardozo Fifteen I DON’T CARE. Who needs a sister? Not me. I never wanted one in the first place. I never asked for one. I’m fine on my own. And anyway, I’m not on my own. I’ve got a strong and loving marriage. I don’t need some crummy sister! “Stupid sister,” I say aloud, wrenching the lid off a pot of jam. It’s nearly two weeks since Jess left. Luke’s got a late meeting in town, and Mum and Dad are coming over on their way to the airport, so I’m making breakfast for everyone. “Sorry?” says Luke, coming into the kitchen. He looks pale and tense, as he has for the last few days. The Arcodas Group are making their decision about the pitch and now all he can do is wait.
