“…’She wouldn’t get us, would she?’

‘Of course not.’ A different voice. A girl. Neither of them had seen her arrive.”

—

“Who are you?”

The girl looked at them, but was mute. She smiled.

“I said who are you?”

“Nigel!”

The girl mouthed something.

“What?”

“Its all pretend. The story. Ignore him.”

She looked at Nigel, whilst Keith stared at the ground between his brother and the girl.

“Well I don’t like you.” Nigel was determined to save face.