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you tell them?”
    â€œNo! It was Connie.”
    Connie Li; I hadn’t realised she was there. Connie is OK. She is definitely not a Marigold groupie.
    â€œCarm?” Indy’s voice squeaked anxiously down the line. “You haven’t let her get to you? Cos all those things she said, about her sister… they’re not really true! She hasn’t really had professional experience.”
    â€œYou mean she hasn’t appeared in a commercial?”
    â€œOnly some stupid thing for local radio. Not telly.”
    â€œWhat about the demo disc?”
    â€œYeah, well… anyone can make one of those.”
    I said, “Huh!”
    â€œShe isn’t any competition,” said Indy. “She has a voice like a… I dunno! Fingernails scraping on a blackboard. Yeeeech!”
    Indy was trying really hard, but what she said about fingernails just wasn’t true. Marigold’s sister is chosen every year to sing solo when we do carols. It’s not abad sort of voice. A bit small . A bit tinny . She couldn’t do rock! But obviously some people like it. Anyway, I couldn’t care less about Marigold’s sister. It was all the other stuff. The stuff that Indy was too kind to mention, or maybe just too embarrassed.
    â€œYou’ve always said not to take any notice of her,” said Indy. “So why start now?”
    â€œI’m not,” I said. “I don’t give a damn.” It’s amazingly easy to lie when you’re on the other end of a telephone. You can almost, even, lie to yourself. “Marigold Johnson is just sewage,” I said.
    â€œShe is,” said Indy. “That’s exactly what she is! And we’re not the only ones that think so. Lots of people have been going on about her. It’s made her really unpopular.”
    I knew Indy was doing her best to be a good friend and make me feel better, but I hated the thought of everyone knowing what Marigold had said. Everyone talking about it. Feeling sorry for me. Did you hear what Marigold called Carmen? She called her a fat freak!
    â€œDunno what she meant by that last remark, though,” said Indy. “D’you?”
    I said, “What last remark?” Though in fact I knew perfectly well.
    â€œFag hag… what she say that for?”
    I said, “No idea.”
    â€œI thought when people called you a fag hag it meant you were friends with someone that was gay.”
    I grunted.
    â€œYou’re not friends with anyone that’s gay! Unless she was talking about Josh. Was she talking about Josh? Trying to make out he’s a fag?”
    I snapped, “Don’t use that stupid word!”
    â€œSorry,” said Indy. “Was she trying to make out he’s gay?”
    I said, “I don’t know ! She’s completely mad.”
    â€œBut what a thing to say! About Josh. I bet she’s just jealous, I bet that’s what it is, cos she used to fancy him. Probably still does. And just cos he doesn’t fancy her—”
    â€œWhatever you do,” I said, “don’t tell him!”
    â€œI won’t,” said Indy. “I wouldn’t!”
    â€œI s’pose people are gossiping ?”
    â€œNot about that so much. They’re more saying how Marigold got what she deserved… you calling her a vegetable!” Indy giggled. “Someone said she ought to have a new name – she ought to be called Cabbage . Then someone said she ought to be a root veg, cos of you telling her to take root, so we’re all, like, trying to think of root vegetables, like Turnip . Turnip Johnson!”
    I said, “Yeah, that would suit her. But please don’t tell Josh about the other thing. Please! ”
    â€œI won’t,” said Indy. “I won’t! Don’t worry!” She added that in any case it was so stupid it was ridiculous. “No one’s going to believe it.”
    I said, “That’s not the