Chapter 9
Mum wasn’t home when Anton let himself in, and the house smelled of spaghetti bolognese à la Aunt Kerry—with a load of red wine in the sauce, basically—so Anton threw his keys into the bowl, dumped his shoes on the mat, and followed his nose.
“Afternoon, honey!”
Aunt Kerry was Mum’s younger sister—much younger. She was twenty-five, with the same sandy fair hair as Anton, and had a habit of singing and calling everybody ‘honey’ or ‘sugarlump.’ Despite Mum being technically older, Anton rather thought of Aunt Kerry being the old one. Twenty-five-year-olds, he was reasonably sure, weren’t Rod Stewart fans. His grandma was a Rod Stewart fan, for Christ’s sake.
Still, what Aunt Kerry lacked in a taste in music, she made up for in wine-soaked spaghetti bolognese, so Anton rummaged
