‘Yes, I know. That’s why I’m staying at Ravi’s. We have to work on our performance for the final night.’ ‘And Mrs Carter is okay with you spending the weekend at their place?’ ‘Of course.’ She shrugged. I packed a toothbrush and stuffed a heap of clothes into a bag I could hide at Ravi’s. Mum would think I was at Ravi’s and Mrs Carter would think I was at home. On Monday, Ravi was going to call the school and let the teachers know that I wasn’t well and wasn’t going on camp. I wouldn’t be missed for days. Perhaps not until the camp was over. Even with all our careful preparations, we were still running late for the train. With shoes slapping on pavement, we entered the station and dived aboard as the automatic doors were closing. We slumped into opposite seats and laughed madly. ‘That was cutting it fine,’ I puffed. ‘Bah, I knew we would make it,’ Ravi said. The plan was for me to discreetly get into the case while we were aboard the train but there were two other people in our carriage.
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