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the table?’ I asked Chloe.
‘No. I was checking how much Weetabix I can store in my cheeks.’
I stared at her.
‘You know, like a hamster? I got a whole one in, but that wouldn’t last you, would it? Mine’s nearly all gone already.’ She opened her mouth to show me some Weetabixy
slop that was still between her teeth and her cheek.
‘It looks like your teeth are rotting.’
Chloe looked in the mirror and bared her teeth. There were brown speckles all over them. ‘Cool.’ She grinned at me. ‘What did Lucy do at breakfast?’
‘She glared.’
‘What at?’
‘Kirsti. The whole time. I don’t think she likes her.’
‘Does Lucy like anyone?’
‘Yes!’
People think that, because Lucy is always stamping her feet and telling everyone how big their bottom is, she doesn’t like anyone, but actually she cares about people a lot. She just does
it in quite a fierce way.
‘Lucy loves us. Remember that time she fell out of a tree because she was trying to get your ball back? And, even though she says Amelia smells, when Kayleigh said Amelia was moody, Lucy
kicked her in the shins.’
‘So how can you tell whether she likes Kirsti or not?’
‘With all of us, she either says rude things or she squishes us in killer hugs, but with Kirsti she just keeps staring at her like she’s thinking.’
When Lucy is thinking, it usually means trouble.
I rubbed my hand over my face. ‘What if she wants to get rid of her?’
Chloe dabbed at her teeth with Dad’s toothbrush. ‘What do you mean?’
‘Remember that time she tried to sell Buttercup to the postman?’
‘Buttercup isn’t a baby.’
‘No, but we never had a baby before. I don’t know what she’ll try and do.’
Chloe looked thoughtful for a moment and then nodded. ‘We’d better keep an eye on her.’
Downstairs, Dad was calmly drinking a cup of coffee and Suvi was breastfeeding Kirsti. It was much quieter at Dad’s house than mornings at home. Lucy was drinking a glass of milk and
looking at Dad and Suvi’s bookshelf. It’s probably the most colourful thing in the room, even though the book spines have got very boring titles about sustainability and environmental
impact and management in education.
‘There’s nothing to read here!’ Lucy announced.
Suvi detached Kirsti from her chest and put her down on her mat. ‘All these books and papers are a bit grown up for you,’ she said to Lucy. ‘Maybe you can bring a picture book
from home.’
‘I’m too old for picture books! I know how to read,’ Lucy said and she picked up a newspaper from the table and sat down next to Kirsti. She opened out the newspaper, blocking
everyone’s view of the baby.
I looked at Chloe.
‘She can’t do anything to her now,’ Chloe whispered. ‘There are too many people in the room.’
But I remembered the time Lucy managed to eat a whole Easter egg without anyone noticing, even though we were all playing Monopoly together.
It was my Easter egg.
I kept my eye on her.
She was muttering to herself, but I couldn’t tell if she was reading the paper or being mean to the baby. I guessed Kirsti wouldn’t understand anyway.
‘We’d better get going.’ Dad drained his coffee. ‘What’s going on in world affairs?’ he asked Lucy.
Lucy lowered the paper. ‘Somebody shot somebody.’
‘Oh.’
‘They should put more shooting in children’s books. Children would get better at reading more quicker if they could read about the blood.’
Dad reached out and took away the paper. ‘Time for school.’
Lucy scowled. ‘I’ll be back,’ she said in a low growl to Kirsti.
‘See?’ I whispered to Chloe. ‘That didn’t look very friendly, did it?’
‘She always screws up her face like that. She had the exact same face when we brought in her birthday cake last year.’
We got our things and headed off for school. I called for Ashandra and she told me a funny story about her brother’s friend skateboarding down the corridor
‘No. I was checking how much Weetabix I can store in my cheeks.’
I stared at her.
‘You know, like a hamster? I got a whole one in, but that wouldn’t last you, would it? Mine’s nearly all gone already.’ She opened her mouth to show me some Weetabixy
slop that was still between her teeth and her cheek.
‘It looks like your teeth are rotting.’
Chloe looked in the mirror and bared her teeth. There were brown speckles all over them. ‘Cool.’ She grinned at me. ‘What did Lucy do at breakfast?’
‘She glared.’
‘What at?’
‘Kirsti. The whole time. I don’t think she likes her.’
‘Does Lucy like anyone?’
‘Yes!’
People think that, because Lucy is always stamping her feet and telling everyone how big their bottom is, she doesn’t like anyone, but actually she cares about people a lot. She just does
it in quite a fierce way.
‘Lucy loves us. Remember that time she fell out of a tree because she was trying to get your ball back? And, even though she says Amelia smells, when Kayleigh said Amelia was moody, Lucy
kicked her in the shins.’
‘So how can you tell whether she likes Kirsti or not?’
‘With all of us, she either says rude things or she squishes us in killer hugs, but with Kirsti she just keeps staring at her like she’s thinking.’
When Lucy is thinking, it usually means trouble.
I rubbed my hand over my face. ‘What if she wants to get rid of her?’
Chloe dabbed at her teeth with Dad’s toothbrush. ‘What do you mean?’
‘Remember that time she tried to sell Buttercup to the postman?’
‘Buttercup isn’t a baby.’
‘No, but we never had a baby before. I don’t know what she’ll try and do.’
Chloe looked thoughtful for a moment and then nodded. ‘We’d better keep an eye on her.’
Downstairs, Dad was calmly drinking a cup of coffee and Suvi was breastfeeding Kirsti. It was much quieter at Dad’s house than mornings at home. Lucy was drinking a glass of milk and
looking at Dad and Suvi’s bookshelf. It’s probably the most colourful thing in the room, even though the book spines have got very boring titles about sustainability and environmental
impact and management in education.
‘There’s nothing to read here!’ Lucy announced.
Suvi detached Kirsti from her chest and put her down on her mat. ‘All these books and papers are a bit grown up for you,’ she said to Lucy. ‘Maybe you can bring a picture book
from home.’
‘I’m too old for picture books! I know how to read,’ Lucy said and she picked up a newspaper from the table and sat down next to Kirsti. She opened out the newspaper, blocking
everyone’s view of the baby.
I looked at Chloe.
‘She can’t do anything to her now,’ Chloe whispered. ‘There are too many people in the room.’
But I remembered the time Lucy managed to eat a whole Easter egg without anyone noticing, even though we were all playing Monopoly together.
It was my Easter egg.
I kept my eye on her.
She was muttering to herself, but I couldn’t tell if she was reading the paper or being mean to the baby. I guessed Kirsti wouldn’t understand anyway.
‘We’d better get going.’ Dad drained his coffee. ‘What’s going on in world affairs?’ he asked Lucy.
Lucy lowered the paper. ‘Somebody shot somebody.’
‘Oh.’
‘They should put more shooting in children’s books. Children would get better at reading more quicker if they could read about the blood.’
Dad reached out and took away the paper. ‘Time for school.’
Lucy scowled. ‘I’ll be back,’ she said in a low growl to Kirsti.
‘See?’ I whispered to Chloe. ‘That didn’t look very friendly, did it?’
‘She always screws up her face like that. She had the exact same face when we brought in her birthday cake last year.’
We got our things and headed off for school. I called for Ashandra and she told me a funny story about her brother’s friend skateboarding down the corridor
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