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the rest of my drink and started pouring another one, shaking my head. And then I started laughing. Izzy giggled uncertainly.
    And then I laughed harder and had to put the orange juice bottle down.
    And by the time Justin walked into the kitchen to investigate the commotion, both of us were clutching our stomachs, and gasping for air while tears streamed down our faces.
    We tried to sober up when he looked at us, but when he raised his eyebrows it just set us off harder.
    “What’s the gas, girls?”
    “Huh?” Izzy said, and then relapsed into spasming laughter.
    “What have I missed?”
    “We thought… Kat’s mum… was dead,” Izzy gasped.  
    Justin’s eyebrows nearly met his hairline. “Alright…”
    “But she’s… not,” I assured him, trying to catch my breath. “She’s just a spoilt bitch.”  
    We were off again. Izzy fell off her stool and we cackled like insane hyenas while Justin started cooking some rice and shaking his head, tutting.  
    Finally I stumbled off the stool and made it to the table in a little alcove beside the kitchen. I flopped down onto my back with a deep sigh, stretching out on the cushioned bench. Little spasms kept floating to the surface, but I was calmer now. I wasn’t even sure what I had found so funny. It was just the ridiculousness of it all. Of the whole situation. My mum. The accident. Brendan.  
    And suddenly, without warning, I wasn’t laughing anymore, I was crying.  
    “Oh, Kat. What’s wrong?”
    Justin poked his head around the kitchen cupboards. “Drunk?”
    “I am, but she’s only had one,” Izzy said, and she wobbled towards me where I still lay on my back sniffling. I slid into a sitting position and she sat down next to me, wrapping herself around me tightly, making soothing, cooing noises. I almost laughed again. “Is it that guy that was here?” she asked.
    “What? No,” I said vehemently. “I only just met him. Why would I be crying about him? It’s just everything. I think it’s just relief. Or something. I don’t know.”
    The tears were already subsiding. I sniffled a bit more and wiped my face on the sleeve of my green sweater.
    “Is this boxer-shorts guy we’re talking about?” Justin called from the kitchen.  
    “Yeah,” Izzy called back, ignoring my shushing. She’d obviously filled him in.
    “You can’t have just met him,” Justin protested, popping round from the kitchen and sinking into a seat. He leant across the table looking at me pointedly. “Surely he didn’t just show up at your door with no pants on, and you were like, ‘Hey, I’m up for it. Come in a get busy.’” He waggled his eyebrows. “Then again, this is you we’re talking about.”
    “Hey,” I said scowling. Justin leant back and folded his arms over his chest with a smug grin. “I didn’t do that today,” I said. And then I couldn’t help smiling. “I did that two days ago.”
    Both Izzy and Justin sat upright with howls. Justin grinned.“Katherine Jade Miller. You little—”
    “Watch it. Should we bring up your laundry list?” I said, waggling a finger at him.
    “Fair enough.”
    “Where did you pick up this stray?” Izzy asked.  
    “Stray?”
    Izzy opened her mouth like a fish, then looked confused, as if I wasn’t just repeating her own words back to her. She looked to Justin for support.
    “You’ve got to admit, Kat, you have kind of a habit of picking up lost boys and bringing them home to play with for a while,” Justin said.
    “What do you mean?” I could feel my face getting hot, and I wasn’t so sure I   actually wanted to hear any further explanation. But I was asking anyway. “Like who?”
    “Well, Harry, case in point.”
    “He wasn’t a bad guy,” I protested.  
    “Didn’t you buy him a new phone within the first week of seeing him?”
    “It wasn’t a whole new phone — just a new screen. His got smashed at football.”
    “So he said,” Justin said dubiously. “And even if it did, isn’t