‘Why? We’ve practised it heaps of times. We’ll be fine.’ Morgan is not taking this seriously. I say, ‘It’s one thing to be able to do it by ourselves, but we’re going to have to present it to the whole class. And to all the Grandparents and Friends.’ ‘Okay, okay,’ says Morgan. We practise the talk. Morgan was right, we do know it word for word, but you can’t be too careful. Dad Ben is coming a long way for this. ‘Do you want to come over this weekend to practise protesting again?’ asks Morgan. ‘I can’t.’ ‘Are you going to that camp for kids with cancer?’ Morgan thinks everything is about cancer. ‘No,’ I say. ‘Well what are you doing then? What’s the big secret?’ ‘We’re having visitors.’ Dad Ben is not really a proper visitor, but I can’t be bothered to explain the situation. ‘Who?’ ‘Mum’s friend.’ ‘What’s their name?’ Why does Morgan always have to know everything?
