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sternly. He reached for the remote control, and, with a supreme effort of will, turned the TV off just as Molly Mahal appeared in a denim miniskirt. “No TV before homework's done.”
    “Thanks, Dad,” Geena said with relief. “I thought we were going to have to watch that utter rubbish for the next two and a half hours.”
    “Why were you watching it, anyway?” Auntie wanted to know. She can never leave anything alone, she's far too sharp. “I could have told you it was no good.”
    “Jazz wanted to see it,” I said.
    “Oh!” Jazz said indignantly—but had the wit to keep quiet after that.
    “You can watch the rest later,” Dad said, picking up his newspaper.
    “Don't threaten us, Dad,” I warned him. “And by the way, is it all right if we go to Reading tomorrow?” I thought I might as well slip it in while he was off his guard.
    “Reading?” Auntie was in there at the speed of light. “What do you want to go there for?”
    “I was asking
Dad
,” I said gently, knowing that she was desperately trying not to interfere so much.
    Auntie struggled with her conscience and then bit down on her lip. I smiled triumphantly.
    “Is that OK, Dad?” I asked. “We're meeting Baby.”
    Auntie snorted, a bit like a pressure cooker letting off steam. “I thought you said Baby was a bubbleheaded bimbo who needed a good slap.”
    “She is,” I agreed. “But that doesn't mean we can't go shopping together.”
    Dad looked at me. I stared back at him with my best wide-eyed innocent stare.
    “OK,” he said. “That's fine, girls.”
    Success!
    “I'll drive you,” Auntie said suddenly.
    “Wh-what?” I stammered.
    “I'll drop you off.” Auntie smiled helpfully, but there was a killer glint in her eyes. She was guessing we were up to something. “Now that I've got a new car, I need some driving practice. Where are you meeting Baby?”
    “McDonald's.” Weakly I said the first thing that came into my head. “But we can get the train.”
    Auntie shook her head. “I wouldn't hear of it,” she said.
    “That's settled then.” Dad opened his newspaper and started reading it, while Geena and Jazz pulled faces at me.
    “Is it time for dinner yet?” Mrs. Macey asked plaintively.

    “McDonald's, you said.” Auntie took a right and headed into Reading town center. “I know where that is.”
    “Yes, but Baby might not have arrived yet,” I said quickly. “We're early.”
    “Not a problem.” Auntie's eyes met mine in the driver's mirror. “I can wait until she arrives.”
    “Oh, you don't have to do that,” I said.
    “I don't mind,” replied Auntie.
    “No, really,” I said.
    “But I want to.”
    “Honestly, you don't have to.”
    “I know. But I'm going to, and there's nothing you can do about it.”
    We glared at each other challengingly.
    Jazz dug her elbow into my ribs. “She knows we're up to something,” she whispered. “This was such a bad idea.”
    I tried to think of ways we could get rid of Auntie. I knew that she was perfectly capable of hanging around for hours to show that we couldn't fool her one bit. But luckily, Fate took a hand.
    We were winding our way slowly through the streets toward the town center when Auntie almost steered the car into a bollard.
    “There's Baby,” she said in tones of utter amazement.
    It was almost too wonderful to be true. Our cousin was wiggling along the pavement about a meter or so away from us. The wiggle might have been due to her high stiletto heels, or because her stretch jeans clung like a second skin. A leather jacket was slung over her shoulders, and she was wearing a white top that dipped and plunged a little too much for ten o'clock on a Saturday morning.
    Geena turned round in the front seat and grinned at Jazz and me. “She must be on her way to McDonald's to meet us,” she said casually.
    Auntie was still speechless. She tried to pull in to the curb, but she was so flustered she stalled the engine. There was a loud chorus of angry beeps