Chapter 8On the night of the ball, Kylie washed and brushed Cindi’s red hair, sprayed perfume, and painted her nails. “You look gorgeous! What are you frowning for?”
The journey to and from the ball had been on Cindi’s mind, but she hadn’t wanted to say anything. Surrounded by so much luck, it seemed churlish to moan. “I’m worried about how we’re going to get there and back. Tara said something about her moped, but I haven’t got a helmet. It’s at least three bus rides away, and Gran’s pills.”
Her sister gave her a searching look and then a resounding kiss. “I’m here to help out. Stop worrying. Tara’s got everything under control.” She deftly attached some gems to Cindi’s hair.
Just to be sure, Cindi wrote down which pills and when. She figured it had been a while since Kylie was home, a
