YOU’RE GOOD, LITTLE MISSHaving stayed with Daisy until 10pm that night, Katrina turned up early the
next morning. She had started working at
Dulcie’s, the hair salon, but she was allowed every fourth Saturday off.
She appeared pushing two bikes,
one of which Daisy recognised as Kippy’s.
“You won’t be cycling too far,
will you?” Debbie asked. “If Daisy does too much exercise, it affects her—”
“I know, Mrs Double U! Poor Daisy
might have a wee hypo. We’re no’ going far, I promise. Mebbe she should eat a banana
before she goes or something just to be on the safe side. They’re dead sweet,
aren’t they?”
Debbie smiled at her. “That’s a smart
idea. Daisy?”
Daisy didn’t think it was such a
great idea, given that bananas gave her the dry heave. There was something
about the texture o
