Chapter Thirteen
The Bonfire
Never drink whisky with water. What’s the good of starting a good fire and then putting it out with water?
A few days later, Beatrice was staring at a bonfire, tossing egg boxes in one at time, when George appeared.
“You ready?” he said.
“Just a few more,” she said, Frisbee-ing her mask into the flames.
They were heading to Sandy’s.
Sandy was cooking a meal for her parents, a meal to celebrate the birthday of all birthdays, and afterwards, the family were going to watch, yet again, the video.
They had seen it a few times but still loved to watch. Even Sandra’s husband enjoyed it—it was way better than any party.
Sky, who had videoed Beatrice’s “Taj debacle,” filmed the whole “pop-up/birthday incident” despite her mother’s orders.
Sky had learnt from h
