Chapter 18
‘I won’t wear it.’ Sophie stood at the door, face like thunder. She was dressed in her new Drovers Flat Central School uniform: green-checked cotton shift with a white collar, black lace-up school shoes, and a misshapen, floppy green hat. ‘I look awful.’
‘No . . . you don’t.’ Ric studied her as objectively as possible. Not that he was an expert in these matters, but he thought that Sophie might actually have a point. Something didn’t look right. Her hair, for starters. Dark shocks of it stood out on either side of the hat. ‘Turn around,’ he said. The girl glared at him, and then spun slowly. The back view was worse, her hair a mass of tangles. He beckoned with his finger. ‘Come closer.’ The school dress they’d bought on Monday was too big. He knew he should have made her try t
