Chapter Twelve
Morning arrived before Gina was ready to face it. With Ashley’s help, she transformed herself into another person and the four of them headed for her neighbourhood. Gina looked at each of them in the car. A slight smile formed when her gaze fell on Connor with his ‘nasty little moustache’. All of them looked different. The boys had black hair in a tacky bowl cut and Ashley had the same mousy brown hair she wore, only a little longer.
When they pulled up at the end of her street, Gina’s stomach churned and she breathed through her mouth, hoping she’d manage to keep down the large breakfast she’d consumed earlier. After having front doors slammed in their faces a couple of times as they worked their way down the street, Gina’s nervousness fled. One elderly woman bought a mag
