I help them get Brodie back to the bikes. She’s complaining the whole way that she wants to go and build sandcastles and have another ice cream but as soon as we get close to the bikes she stops complaining and starts yelling and squealing instead. She springs free from my hold and races towards the trailer and I’m thinking to myself that Mike called it correctly on the wigging out when I stop in my tracks. The whole left side of the trailer is painted with a dragon. Above its green and fire-haloed head dances an army of fairies. Carrie and Mike are staring too. ‘What the—’ Mike starts. ‘It was that boy. The one who was staring at Ren! He did it!’ Brodie jumps around and around. ‘Oh, look at the fairies, they’re so sparkly and the dragon is so scary, ooooh,’ she squeals and points, her face a picture of excitement. ‘What boy?’ Mike asks, turning to me. ‘Um. They were doing bike decorating – to raise money for something,’ I murmur; the whole time I can’t take my eyes off the bike trailer.
