The Flask. Nicky Singer

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      “Oh, right,” says Sam, whose interests are pretty much confined to sport and his computer.

      “And?” asks Paddy.

      “And they’re beautiful,” I say. “Boys. Two boys.”

      “They’re all right then?” says Zoe. “They’re both all right?”

      “They’ve got eight legs,” says Paddy.

      “What?” says Sam.

      “That’s what my nan said,” Paddy continues. “They could have eight legs.”

      “Mumbo jumbo,” I say, and I shoot a look at Zoe. “They have four legs.”

      “Four!” exclaims Paddy.

      “Yes,” I say. “Two each. Like normal people.”

      “Oh – normal!” Paddy laughs.

      Zoe’s shrugging. Zoe’s making out that whatever Paddy’s saying, it’s nothing to do with her.

      “What you all on about?” Sam asks.

      “Jess’s brothers,” says Paddy. “They’re not just any old twins. They’re Siamese.”

      Sam is doing knee-ups with the ball. “Siamese?” he says.

      “Conjoined.” I hear my voice going up, I hear myself about to shout. “The correct term is conjoined twins. And as for normal, they are normal. Considering the cellular complexity of the average human being, that is.” Shut up, Si. “They’re as normal as me. Or you. If you call that normal.”

      Paddy ignores normal. “Point is,” he says, “they’re joined down the chest.”

      Sam drops the ball. He drops his jaw. His mouth hangs open. “Man,” he says. “Joined down the chest? Wow. Like, you mean, face to face? Like they’re facing each other all the time? Jeez.”

      “If I was stuck on to my brother,” says Paddy, going to retrieve the ball, “if he was the first thing I saw when I woke up and the last thing I saw before I went to sleep, that would kill me.”

      “More likely kill your brother, being stuck to you,” I say. Then I round on Zoe. “Come on,” I say. “We’re going.”

      But Zoe’s feet seem planted in the ground.

      “In the old days,” says Paddy, “they put Siamese twins in the circus. People paid to see them.”

      “Conjoined!” I shout.

      “You could do that,” Paddy continues. “You could bring your brothers in next term and charge a pound a go to look.”

      “They might not even last that long,” I say. Or maybe I don’t say it. Maybe it’s the silent thing shouting in my head. They might not even last that long.

      Paddy’s big face is shining with excitement. “I’d pay,” he says. “I’d pay to look. Wouldn’t you, Sam?”

      “Yeah,” says Sam.

      “You could have a different rate depending on whether it was just a look or a touch,” Paddy continues.

      “Shut up,” I say.

      “A pound for a look, two pounds for a good look and a fiver for a touch.”

      “I said SHUT UP.”

      “We could call it JFS – Jess’s Freak Show.”

      And now everything that’s been silent and bottled up comes frothing and boiling over at last and I go right up to him because I’m going to hit him in the stupid, shining face. I draw back my fist and I lash out as hard and fast as I can, but he just catches my wrist.

      “Hey,” he says. “Hey. What’s up with you? It was only a joke. Can’t you take a joke now?”

      “I hate you,” I scream.

      But actually it’s Zoe I hate.

      I turn and march away from the park. Of course, Zoe follows me.

      “Jess,” she says. “Jess, Jess, Jess!” And now it’s her turn to clutch me by the sleeve. “Come on!”

      I stop, I wheel about. “Come on what, exactly?”

      “I never told him,” she says. “I didn’t.”

      “Oh, right; he just made it up, did he? Thought it up out of his own stupid little brain?”

      “I didn’t tell him, Jess, I promise, I swear.”

      I stare at her. Her eyes are all lit up bright, but not like a mirror. I can’t see myself in them, in her. “Then who did?”

      “I don’t know,” Zoe exclaims. “Maybe your mum told his mum and she told Paddy.”

      “Oh, yeah, right.”

      “Or Em. You didn’t just tell me, did you? You pretended you did, but you didn’t. You told Em too. So maybe it was Em who told Paddy.”

      Very clever. And hurtful, because it’s true. I did tell Em actually and I did pretend to Zoe that she was the only one who knew. Why did I do that? Because Zoe can be jealous probably. She can go mental just like she did about the friendship bracelet thing in year 5. But Em’s away on holiday. Em’s not here to defend herself. “Why would Em tell Paddy? She doesn’t even like Paddy. No one likes Paddy.” I pause. “Except you.”

      “I still didn’t tell him, Jess. I mean – why would I?”

      And I can’t say it. I can’t say, Because I think you’re beginning to like him more than you like me, because that sounds totally pathetic. So I say, “For a laugh. So you could both have a laugh behind my back about my so-not-normal brothers.”

      “Jess, you’re way over the top. I didn’t tell him. I didn’t!”

      “So why did you let him say all that stuff, all that eight-leg circus-freak stuff?”

      “That’s just mumbo jumbo, Jess, you said so yourself. You said people would say stuff like that. How’s that my fault?”

      “You could have spoken up – you could have said something. Anything.”

      Now she’s silent, biting in her lip.

      “But you just stood there,” I ram it home. “You let him say all of it and you just stood there.”

      I start walking again now, turning my back on her and walking, walking.

      She runs back after me again, but I shake her off.

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