You’re acting like a pathetic jealous sibling. Now GROW up. You’re right, I thought. That is, I’m right - because Sensible Sadie is me too, aren’t you? Me? You’re me. Oh whatever! I pulled my pillow out from underneath my head and sat up ready to lean over and bash Erin with it. She was always up for a good pillow fight when we had sleepovers back in Ireland, but the pull-out bed Mum had made up for her on the opposite side of my room was empty. From downstairs came the sound of Dad’s early-morning chanting. I was about to get up to close my bedroom door to shut it out when I realised that the nam myoho renge kyo had a distinctly female ring to it. Oh no, I thought as I scrambled out of bed, out into the hall and almost fell down the stairs. When I reached the ground floor, I realised that my suspicions were right. There were Dad and Erin, both in their pyjamas and dressing gowns, cross-legged, eyes closed, chanting away. The room reeked of sandalwood incense and it looked as if instead of just lighting one joss stick to put by the fireplace, Dad had lit a whole packet.
