“I think you owe us something else too, don’t you Clare?” Anthea says.
I don’t reply.
I just go over to the chair, stand, and stand behind it.
I see Anthea handing Sara the plimsoll.
Sara looks across at me with an extremely evil smile on her face.
It is now my turn to bend over the back of the chair.
It’s a good height for this sort of thing,
at least I got something right!
The girls are approaching me now.
Anthea stands beside me and places a hand on my back.
Sara disappears from view;
I can guess what she’s doing.
“What do you think, Sara?” Anthea asks.
“Four each, or should we make it eight each?”
“Eight each?” I practically scream.