Darryl lowered the novel he was browsing through and peered over the edge at his cousin through slitted eyes trying to discover why the boy so badly wants Hayley’s address. It was ten past four in the afternoon on Monday after school in Darryl’s living room, he had returned home to meet his cousin sitting on a chair grinning at him. Oh no, he had thought and sighed. And when he had asked for Hayley’s address groaned the more. He had asked why he wanted it but he had kept saying it was none of his business.
‘For the last time Tan, why do you want her address?’
‘You don’t need to know,’ Tan said.
‘Yes I do, I’m her best friend and I also happen to be the only one who you can approach for her address.’
‘Okay,’ he conceded, ‘her phone got spoilt because of me and I want to buy another for
