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that with you?” Henry’s eyes didn’t seem to see as well in the dark as mine, because he hadn’t recognized me. But now he groaned out loud. “Oh no, why do I have to go dreaming of the cheese girl? Just now I met my cat Plum, who was run over when I was twelve. He rubbed around my legs purring.”
“Oh, how cute,” I said.
“Not cute at all. He looked just the way he was when I last saw him: all-over blood and with his guts coming out.…” Henry shook himself. “Compared with that, you’re a positively welcome sight. All the same, go away, will you? I really don’t know what you’re doing here. Get out!” He waved one hand as if shooing an annoying fly away. “I said get out , cheese girl!” When I didn’t move, he seemed to be annoyed. “Why doesn’t she disappear?”
“Could be because I don’t answer to the name of cheese girl , idiot,” I told him.
Grayson cleared his throat. “I’m afraid she … er … came here with me, Henry.” Judging by his tone of voice, he seemed to find this somehow embarrassing.
“You know my cheese girl?”
“Looks like it.” Grayson rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand again. “She’s my new little sister. I only found that out this evening.”
“Oh, shit!” Henry looked dismayed. “You mean…?”
Grayson nodded. “I told you all hell was let loose at home. Talk about a super dinner party. Florence did her nut when Dad told us his professor, her two daughters, their nanny, and their dachshund were going to move in with us. In two weeks’ time.”
“Buttercup is not a dachshund,” I said indignantly. “Or at least only about a tenth of her is.”
Neither of them paid me any attention at all. “Hey, I’m really sorry about that.” Henry had put an arm sympathetically around Grayson’s shoulders. They were going back the way Henry had come from, walking side by side down an overgrown gravel path, and I was scurrying along in their wake.
“Then your dad is really serious. No wonder you dream of her.” Henry turned around to me. “Although you really could have done worse. She’s kind of sweet, don’t you think?”
Grayson turned his own head. “And she’s still following us.”
“Yes. Only, she feels it’s a little bit creepy here,” I said. “And what’s more, I’d like to know what you two are up to.”
“You’ll have to send her away,” Henry told Grayson. “Very firmly! It worked for me with Plum just now. He dissolved into crinkly drifts of smoke. Or of course you could turn her into a gravestone or a tree, but telling her to go away ought to be enough for a start.”
“Okay.” Grayson had stopped and was waiting for me to catch up. As he did so, he sighed deeply. “What are we really doing here, Henry? This is all crazy .”
“I know.”
Grayson looked around. Then he whispered, “Aren’t you frightened?”
“Yes, I am,” said Henry seriously. “But I’m even more afraid of what will happen if we don’t bring it off.”
“This is a nightmare,” said Grayson, and Henry nodded.
“No need to exaggerate, boys,” I said. “You’re going for a nice nocturnal walk in a famous cemetery, and what’s more, I’m with you—other people might enjoy a dream like this.”
Grayson groaned. “You’re still there.”
“Just send her away,” said Henry. “Concentrate on making her disappear.”
“Right.” Grayson looked firmly into my eyes. This was only a dream, so I looked equally firmly into his. I wouldn’t have dared to stare at him so hard earlier at supper, and I’d been concentrating more on his wrist, anyway. But now I had to admit that my future stepbrother was very good looking, in spite of his family likeness to Ernest and Florence. Everything soft and round about Florence was hard and angular in her brother, particularly his chin. Best of all were his eyes, which were caramel colored in the dim light here. Grayson’s glance blurred slightly and wandered slowly from my eyes
“Oh, how cute,” I said.
“Not cute at all. He looked just the way he was when I last saw him: all-over blood and with his guts coming out.…” Henry shook himself. “Compared with that, you’re a positively welcome sight. All the same, go away, will you? I really don’t know what you’re doing here. Get out!” He waved one hand as if shooing an annoying fly away. “I said get out , cheese girl!” When I didn’t move, he seemed to be annoyed. “Why doesn’t she disappear?”
“Could be because I don’t answer to the name of cheese girl , idiot,” I told him.
Grayson cleared his throat. “I’m afraid she … er … came here with me, Henry.” Judging by his tone of voice, he seemed to find this somehow embarrassing.
“You know my cheese girl?”
“Looks like it.” Grayson rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand again. “She’s my new little sister. I only found that out this evening.”
“Oh, shit!” Henry looked dismayed. “You mean…?”
Grayson nodded. “I told you all hell was let loose at home. Talk about a super dinner party. Florence did her nut when Dad told us his professor, her two daughters, their nanny, and their dachshund were going to move in with us. In two weeks’ time.”
“Buttercup is not a dachshund,” I said indignantly. “Or at least only about a tenth of her is.”
Neither of them paid me any attention at all. “Hey, I’m really sorry about that.” Henry had put an arm sympathetically around Grayson’s shoulders. They were going back the way Henry had come from, walking side by side down an overgrown gravel path, and I was scurrying along in their wake.
“Then your dad is really serious. No wonder you dream of her.” Henry turned around to me. “Although you really could have done worse. She’s kind of sweet, don’t you think?”
Grayson turned his own head. “And she’s still following us.”
“Yes. Only, she feels it’s a little bit creepy here,” I said. “And what’s more, I’d like to know what you two are up to.”
“You’ll have to send her away,” Henry told Grayson. “Very firmly! It worked for me with Plum just now. He dissolved into crinkly drifts of smoke. Or of course you could turn her into a gravestone or a tree, but telling her to go away ought to be enough for a start.”
“Okay.” Grayson had stopped and was waiting for me to catch up. As he did so, he sighed deeply. “What are we really doing here, Henry? This is all crazy .”
“I know.”
Grayson looked around. Then he whispered, “Aren’t you frightened?”
“Yes, I am,” said Henry seriously. “But I’m even more afraid of what will happen if we don’t bring it off.”
“This is a nightmare,” said Grayson, and Henry nodded.
“No need to exaggerate, boys,” I said. “You’re going for a nice nocturnal walk in a famous cemetery, and what’s more, I’m with you—other people might enjoy a dream like this.”
Grayson groaned. “You’re still there.”
“Just send her away,” said Henry. “Concentrate on making her disappear.”
“Right.” Grayson looked firmly into my eyes. This was only a dream, so I looked equally firmly into his. I wouldn’t have dared to stare at him so hard earlier at supper, and I’d been concentrating more on his wrist, anyway. But now I had to admit that my future stepbrother was very good looking, in spite of his family likeness to Ernest and Florence. Everything soft and round about Florence was hard and angular in her brother, particularly his chin. Best of all were his eyes, which were caramel colored in the dim light here. Grayson’s glance blurred slightly and wandered slowly from my eyes
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