I WANNA BE ADOREDInside, the house seemed even busier. It
took ages to push past the bodies jammed in the kitchen and lined in the
hallway to get to the living room. Daisy saw Kippy, his lanky figure placing
him above most people’s head height. He raised a hand, his fingertips touching
the ceiling and beckoned them through.
The floors felt sticky
underneath. Stood next to Kippy, Daisy noticed his smell had changed. Now,
there was the washing powder, Lynx and beer—a sour, yeasty scent that she quickly decided she liked. It
was a new combination, unique to Kippy and imprinted the overall impression of
him on her mind.
Two girls had edged their way
next to them, their smell overwhelming that of Kippy. Daisy recognised it at
once—Hubba-Bubba, Elnett hairspray and
Impulse, scents s
