‘Because we haven’t got the room.’ ‘It could go in the corner.’ This was true, except it would leave no space to move around. ‘I can’t afford a new bed,’ Mollie said. Megan pouted. ‘Joe and Tommy have beds of their own.’ ‘That’s because they’re boys and they have a room to themselves.’ Mollie rolled her eyes in exasperation. ‘If I’ve had this argument with you once, Megan, I must have had it a million times. There isn’t the room to put a bed and, if there was, I haven’t the money to buy one.’ ‘I’m fed up being kicked all night long.’ ‘So am I and so is Brodie, but I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do about it.’ It was extremely uncomfortable sleeping three to a bed. They took turns: two at the top and one at the bottom, the worst place of all because you had two pairs of feet attacking you. This week it was Megan’s turn to sleep at the bottom, hence the demand for another bed. ‘It’s all right for us, Megan,’ Brodie said quietly.
