Summer Secrets. Angie Bates

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      “Well, none really –” I began.

      “Exactly!” said Frankie triumphantly. “And before you can say ‘gosh, golly and jolly good fun’, the little dears are running around in their big baggy shorts and seriously sad knitwear, on the trail of some totally daft mystery - smugglers, secret tunnels, messages in bottles and I don’t know what!”

      Once Frankie gets on her high horse, it’s pointless arguing. You just have to let her run down like an old-fashioned record.

      “The thing that REALLY annoys me,” she continued, “is how the girls always get so girly and upset. And the boy with the pet rat always finds disgusting old toffees in his pockets, and they’re all fluffy and icky and I’m like - ‘DON’T put it in your mouth, Betty-Ann or whatever your silly name is. It’s got rat germs!’”

      I giggled. “He keeps the rat in his other pocket, you lamebrain!”

      “But the dopey girl EATS it,” Frankie went on. “Not only that, but she like, cheers up INSTANTLY.! I mean what is IN these sweeties. Lyndz? I think we deserve to be told!”

      That did crack me up. In fact I laughed so much, I started hiccuping. Ever had hiccups while you’re still recovering from earache?

      It’s AGONY.

      “Sorry, hie (ow!) hie, Frankie,” I whimpered. “Gotta, HIC (ow!) go!”

      Snivelling with pain, I rushed to find Mum, who was helping Dad measure alcoves for shelves.

      I hate being the middle child. My parents showed me absolutely NO sympathy.

      “Oh, not again!” Dad groaned.

      “Just hold your breath,” Mum said impatiently.

      Now I am the world expert on hiccups, OK? And I’ve tried every hiccup cure going and that holding-the-breath thing never worked for me ONCE. I was getting genuinely hysterical, but then my brother Tom came up with the most ingenious hiccup remedy since hiccups began.

      He put one arm around me and drew one of his lightning-fast cartoons with his free hand. And as I watched, hiccuping miserably, Tom’s scribbles suddenly turned into a brilliant caricature of me hiccuping and going ‘Ouch!’.

      I giggled. “My nose isn’t that big.”

      Then I clutched my chest. “Tom! You are such a cool brother! They’ve gone!”

      “Tom Collins, Hiccup Wizard!” he joked. “That’s me!”

      “Yippee, yippee! I’m hiccup free!” I sang idiotically.

      And I flew back upstairs to finish my book. Everything Frankie said was true, but I didn’t give care. I had totally fallen in love with those old stories. Actually, what I really wanted was to climb inside that world and stay there for ever.

      I was still reading when Mum came in to give me my last dose of medicine. She gave me a goodnight kiss, then firmly switched off my light.

      But I still couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned for ages, trying to find a cool patch of pillow. I wasn’t depressed any more. The books had completely cured me. But I was unusually restless. Which isn’t exactly surprising. My head was filled with faithful dogs and foreign-sounding villains and flashing lights far out at sea!

      Maybe I was still feverish, or maybe Teresa’s dad’s books had cast a strange spell on me. But suddenly I found myself talking in the dark.

      “I wish all the Sleepover gang could have exciting adventures like the kids in those stories,” I said. “Though in trendier clothes, obviously,” I added hastily.

      You know what they say. Be careful what you wish for. It might happen. And it did. It happened so fast that I was still tossing and turning when Mum got her mysterious late-night phone call from a long-lost relative.

      

      OK, I’ll come clean. Uncle Phil isn’t exactly a long-lost rellie. But he’s terrible at staying in touch! I think maybe he has phone phobia. He and Auntie Roz been living in Australia and we hadn’t heard from him for years.

      But it turned out that recently, Auntie Roz had inherited some huge old house in Suffolk by the sea.

      Mum told us about it next morning. “They’re going to run the house as a B&B,” she explained. “They’ve been working seven days a week since they got here, getting everything straight, and they’ve invited us for the weekend.”

      But Dad is a real home bird at heart, so he came up with all these excuses. He had exam papers to mark, plus his DIY was at a crucial stage, etcetera etcetera. “You go,” he offered suddenly. “And I’ll look after the boys. How about that?”

      Mum looked seriously tempted. Not only was she keen to see her big brother, I got the sneaky feeling she was ready for a break.

      When we were alone (except for baby Spike, who doesn’t count), Mum said hopefully, “Fancy going to Suffolk this weekend, Lyndz? Bring a friend if you like. The sea air would do you good.”

      My heart totally skipped a beat. That’s what grown-ups always say at the beginning of those stories! That’s how you know the adventure is starting! Was it possible my late-night wish could be coming true?

      Don’t be daft, Lyndz, I told myself. I shook my head wistfully. “Sorry, Mum. I can’t just take one of my mates.”

      She sighed. “You’re right. Oh, well.”

      I thought that was the end of it. But like Stu says, Mum’s like our Jack Russell, Buster. Once he gets his teeth into something, he totally won’t let go. And Mum was determined to see Uncle Phil.

      That evening, she disappeared into her bedroom with the phone. She came out all smiles. “They said yes!” she announced. “Isn’t that great?”

      I stared at her. “Huh?”

      “Your friends’ parents. They said yes,” she said impatiently.

      “Erm, did I miss something?” I said.

      “They agreed to me taking you all down to Suffolk, of course,” she said, as if I was being particularly slow.

      I was stunned. “You want to take the entire Sleepover Club away for the weekend? Does Uncle Phil know?”

      “He can’t wait. He says he and Roz really miss having kids around, now theirs have left home.”

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