Chapter Six
A Kettle of Fish
Waxing—A Woman Feels Like a Woman When All Things Are Smooth.
While everyone was drinking their tea, Red headed over to Alisa and Ella posed by the sound desk. They were engrossed in their earphones.
Ella and Alisa were the same age as Kim, and nothing like her. They won awards for maths, did charity work, and were never seen loitering around the bus shelter.
The last time they caused any trouble was probably in their nappies, thought Red.
She sighed, attempting to catch one of the girls’ eye, and when that didn’t work, she knocked on the desk to get their attention.
In unison, they looked up with blank identical faces.
“You sisters?” said Red.
“No,” they said in unison.
“It’s just you look so alike . . .”
“Everyone says that,” said Alisa.
“Not even
