“Come in.” she says, so he sheepishly pushes down the handle and opens the door. “Oh… I though it was Peter… my brother… you don’t look like my brother.. you look like my sister.”
He gulps before muttering another apology. “I came to say I’m sorry for er…. stealing your things.”
She looks him up and down. “Oh I’m sure you are Peter… but don’t you think Peter is a funny name for a girl?”
He shrugs, not knowing what to say or do.
“I guess on the upside I got your bedroom out of it… so thanks for that.” she says looking proudly around her new big bedroom. “And if you’re really sorry, you’ll help me decorate it this weekend.”
“OK.” he replies, looking around his former room and mourning the loss of all his things. “I hope mum lets me decorate my room too.”
