Sixteen
“How much further?”
“How many more times are you going to ask me that, Connie? Bangarra isn’t that big.”
“I feel like I’ve walked to Smithton.”
“Yep. That’s it. I’ve taken you to Smithton. Here we are at Dismal Swamp …”
“Seriously, Jed. How—”
My phone buzzes. I snatch it from my pocket.
Jed groans. “Viggo? Don’t reply.”
“It’s from Em!” I protest, showing him my screen. “Oh, Ben Folds. I was meant to call her back.”
“Oh. Sorry. You can look at your phone if you want. Call Em. It’s fine. I don’t want to tell you what to do, Connie. You’ve had enough of that.”
“Can we make a pact to stop saying bad things about Viggo?” I ask. “Seriously. He’s your best friend. And seriously, Jed. You’re really getting on my goat.”
There’s a pause, in which I glower at Jed and he glares back
