“But we had a bath yesterday.” Peter moaned.
“Princesses have a bath every day.” Mother said.
“Now why don’t you two go and watch TV for a while?”
Peter and filtered to the lounge, leaving our mother and Mrs Brown alone.
She-Beebies was still on and neither of us dare change the channel.
“Why is she here?” Peter asked.
“Dunno.” I gulped.
“But I reckon if we don’t do as we’re told, everybody at school will know.”
“I think they’re bluffing about us going to school dressed as girls,” Peter whispered.
“But we already have the girl’s uniform…
and even if we don’t wear them,
mum has that photograph she took for Granny.”
Half an hour or so later, mum told us it was ‘bath time’.
I followed mum up the stairs.
Peter followed me and Mrs Brown followed him.