“It’s not fair,” she announces before I’m even awake the next morning. “You always get to do things ’cause you’re older.” “That’s not true,” I retort, almost wishing Dad had taken her instead, and that Zoe and I hadn’t gone at all, as it was so horribly uncomfortable at the end. I know she was thinking, Why didn’t you tell me Ben asked for your number? And, What other secrets have you been keeping from me? I sit up in bed and glare around our dingy bedroom. “I can still smell your fish thing,” I say. “My what?” “That disgusting bit of rotting salmon.” “You mean my purse?” she asks. “You can’t smell it. Mum made me put it outside.” I kneel up on my bed and peep through our window, which is open just a chink. I can see the white plastic box sitting underneath Gran’s smoking chair.
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