The other deaths on The Database, I mean. It was on one of Dad and Cally’s dates, when me and Isis had to drag along after.Actually, you should have seen Dad’s face when Cally turned up at the door with Isis!“I thought…” said Dad. “Aren’t we going out for the day? A walk on the Downs, just the two of us?”“I know.” Cally wafted in, that way she does. “But I had to bring Isis. I couldn’t get a babysitter.”“She’s not actually a baby,” muttered my dad, but not loud enough for Cally to hear. Isis came creeping in then, like she didn’t want to be seen. She had on these really pale jeans and a fluffy pink jumper. Out of school uniform, she looked about eight.“Isis doesn’t mind coming with us, do you, darling?” said Cally. Isis wobbled her head, sort of shrugging, and Cally smiled at me. “And I’m sure Gray doesn’t want to be left at home, all by himself.” “I’m fine.”I mean, Dad’s been leaving me home alone for years.
