Chapter 39-01
"Duncan smells like fish fingers," I sang to the tiny boy. His fat fists clung to my index fingers, his knees bouncing as he jigged on the spot, delighted to be up on his feet.
"And lettuce," I added, pulling a face that made him give a drooly, lopsided smile. "And tomatoes and pears."
"Are you trying to make my son as odd as you?" Nicky asked with a frown. She had just come out of the kitchen with a bottle of milk, her friend Saul trailing behind her. I didn't like him. I didn't like the way he looked at people with bad weather in his eyes. Nicky said that I was being silly but I really, really hated him.
"No," I corrected, refusing to look at him, focusing on my sister instead. "I'm making him as awesome as me. You can thank me later, babes."
"Babes?" Nicky questioned,
