the minute I
thought of it, I said to myself, “Tyler, the job’s a good ‘un!” And fortunately my wife agreed. You’ll meet her later. Her name is Karmah. She’s in the kitchen
at the moment — Ow! Rainbow!’
‘Here are your keys.’ Rainbow thrust them into Mr Stanley’s hand. She’d had to step on Dad’s foot in the process to get him to shut up. He was burbling on like
talking had just come into fashion.
‘Will you be dining here tonight? My wife is a great cook,’ Dad smiled.
Rainbow stared at him. How could he just open his mouth and he like that?
‘Er, I don’t —’ began Mrs Stanley.
‘Go on, Mum,’ Andrew interrupted. ‘I’m a bit tired. I’d like to stay in this evening.’
‘Tired? Are you sure you’re OK?’ His mum was all flustered concern. ‘Is there anything I can do?’
‘No, Mum. Stop flapping.’ Andrew smiled to take the sting out of his words.
Rainbow was not impressed with Mrs Stanley.
‘OK.’ Mrs Stanley turned back to Dad. ‘Can we book a table for eight o’clock, please?’
‘Certainly. I’ll make a note of that. The dining room is just through those double doors,’ said Dad, pointing past reception to his right.
‘And we’ll need a table for three for eight tomorrow,’ Mrs Stanley added.
‘Pardon?’
‘For three people, for eight o’clock tomorrow night,’ Mrs Stanley explained impatiently.
She was getting right up Rainbow’s nose and no mistake.
‘It’s Andrew’s birthday tomorrow,’ said Mr Stanley, smiling apologetically at Rainbow and her dad.
‘How old will you be?’ Rainbow asked Andrew directly.
‘Sixteen,’ he replied with a smile.
‘Just a year older than me.’
‘You look older.’
‘Thanks.’ Rainbow couldn’t believe how he always knew exactly the right things to say. It was uncanny.
‘Maybe it would be better if we went elsewhere,’ said Mrs Stanley, glancing frostily at Rainbow before turning back to Rainbow’s dad. ‘Can you recommend a good
restaurant?’
Before Dad could say a word, Andrew got in first. ‘No, Mum. I want my birthday dinner here. This is just fine.’
‘You’re sure?’ Mrs Stanley asked doubtfully.
‘Positive. And it is my birthday.’
‘If you insist.’ Mrs Stanley shrugged.
Andrew winked at Rainbow, who smiled back. His mum was a gorgon but he more than made up for her.
‘D’you need help with your bags?’ Dad asked hopefully.
They might have thought he was going out of his way to help them, but Rainbow knew the hope in his voice was because he was praying not to have to carry their luggage. Dad had a bad back and
lifting heavy suitcases was not what the doctor ordered.
‘No thanks. We can manage.’ Andrew spoke before his parents could. ‘Raye, will you be eating at eight too?’
I am now. ‘I might be,’ Rainbow smiled. After all, it didn’t pay to seem too, too eager.
‘Hope to see you later then,’ said Andrew. He and his parents headed up the stairs.
Count on it, Rainbow thought. Even if she had to drag him to the dining room by his hair roots, they’d meet up again later.
‘Ah! Young love!’ Dad sighed.
The sigh quickly changed into a cough when Rainbow turned the full force of her outraged glare at him.
‘Something wrong, darling?’ Dad asked, his face all innocence.
Rainbow marched off without deigning to answer.
‘Something I said, Raye?’ Dad laughed after her.
Rainbow kept on walking. And not once, not once did she realize she was being watched.
6. Nova and Miss Eve
Nova sighed, the way she always did when she thought about her sister. Less than a couple of years ago they’d been so close. What’d happened since then? It
would’ve been so fantastic to go to the beach or go shopping or just hang out together in the hotel. But nothing doing. Over the past year or so Raye had backed right away from doing anything
with Nova. She didn’t even want to be seen with her. Not in the hotel. Not at school. Nowhere. No