AUNTIE HAZEL ENTERED Emily’s bedroom after Lana, to clear the dinner dishes from the bedside table and feel her daughter’s forehead. “You don’t seem feverish to me.”
“I’m not feverish,” Emily laughed. “I’m fine. That was a great dinner, Mummy. Thank you for cooking.”
Auntie Hazel’s jaw dropped. “Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?”
Emily giggled like a little girl.
“Oh, I mentioned to your cousin that we’re taking the boys to the fair tomorrow. I thought you two might be a little old for it, but Lana said you’d love to come.”
Did Auntie Hazel notice how Emily’s eye twitched when she said that? Lana sure did. It was freaky.
But she recovered straight away, smiling and saying, “That sounds like fun. Can’t wait.”
Auntie Hazel kissed her daughter’s forehead while
