Disaster RecoveryPiper showed immense disappointment at failing to locate the wasp. The Curlies filed back inside after sunning themselves in the evening glow or hitting the buffet table in the dining room. Pam looked like a woman on the edge and kept her scissors in her hand as though preparing to ward off an attack.
After frightening the neighbour’s children off their trampoline by waving at their father in her bra and knickers, the unsuspecting Debbie plonked herself back on the barstool. “We’d finished, hadn’t we?” she said, her tone cheery.
Pam remained frozen to the spot and said nothing. Kit stepped up to the plate and prepared to rescue her fallen sister. “Actually, Debbie,” she said, lifting one of Debbie’s wonky ringlets. “I’m wondering how it might look a little shorter. It’s
