Chapter 12
Kaylee cried the whole way round the supermarket, bawling even louder as Emma browsed the shelf stocked with hair dye. “Stand still,” Emma said, her tone sharp as other customers stared and whispered to each other behind their hands.
Kaylee hurled herself on the floor and pressed her face to the tiles, her screams echoing off like a claxon. “I don’t wanna dye my hair,” she wailed. “I wanna be lilac!”
Emma squatted down close to her face and made a pretence of checking out the freaky colours on the bottom shelf. “Kaylee,” she hissed. “If you don’t get up and stop behaving like a baby, I’ll make sure the only hair left on your head is your eyebrows!”
There was a silence of only a few sacred heartbeats before Kaylee launched on a different tack. “I want my mummy!”
“You have no
