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have told me, but I was in shock.”
    “Do you remember when it is?”
    “Saturday night. What do you think I should wear?”
     
    Why Julie asked me about clothes was beyond me. Our tastes were so different, she might as well have asked the guy who emptied our bins, and he was the wrong side of sixty.  Julie was a girly girl with her pretty dresses—I was much more comfortable in jeans and a tee shirt—the night out at Dandy's had been the first time I'd worn a dress since Christmas (same dress!). It didn’t matter anyway because she wasn’t listening to a word I said—she was on planet Alan Rhodes.
     
    Although I say it myself, I make a mean fry-up. I'd just begun to wash the pots when someone knocked at the door.
    “Julie! Are you expecting anyone?”
    No response. She was in the bedroom working her way through her wardrobe trying to decide what she would wear for her date with Alan Rhodes.
    “I’ll get it then, shall I?” I looked for the towel, but it was nowhere to be seen, so I dried my hands on my jeans.
     
    It was smiling boy. I was going to kill Julie—she'd promised to warn me when JJ was coming over.
    “I didn't hear the intercom,” I said.
    “I didn’t need it. Someone was coming out of the front door just as I arrived.”
    “You should have used the intercom.”
    “So you could talk dirty to me?”
    “For security.”
    “Shall I go back downstairs, let myself out, and buzz you on the intercom?”
    “Do you ever stop being a smart arse?”
    “Not often.” He glanced down at my jeans.
    “Looks like you're pleased to see me.”
    “I was washing the pots.” I hated the way he could make me blush. “I couldn't find the towel.”
    “Hmmm. If you say so.”
    “You'd better come in. Julie is planning her outfit for Saturday. She has a date.”
    “I know. She telephoned to tell me all about it.”
    I didn’t want to make small talk, so I went back to washing the pots.
    “Are you still mad at me?” He followed me into the kitchen.
    Before I could answer, Julie walked in. “What are you doing here?”
    “Nice to see you too, sis.”
    “You know I’m always pleased to see you.”
    “I actually came to see Megs, but I think she's still pissed with me.”
    “For fuck’s sake. How many times do I have to tell you two? My name isn’t Megs. It’s FUCKING Megan!”
    I stormed out of the kitchen, into my bedroom, and slammed the door closed behind me. No over-reaction there then. So much for my resolve to ignore him.
     
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    They didn't follow me. I'd probably put the fear of God into them—I can be a scary bitch when I lose it. If I'm honest, I was still seething about the placement—JJ calling me 'Megs' for the millionth time had pushed me over the edge.
    An hour later, I needed a pee, but I didn’t want to face either of them. I lay on the bed, and intended to wait until I heard JJ leave. At least that had been the plan. The next thing I knew, I woke up in the dark.  I'd been asleep for almost two hours, and now I was absolutely bursting for the loo. I listened at the door; I couldn’t hear any voices. I cracked it open a few inches. The coast was clear; there was no sign of either of them. I’d never been more relieved to have a pee.
    I was on my way to the kitchen for a lump of cheese when Julie intercepted me.
    “Has he gone?” I said.
    “JJ?”
    “Who else?”
    “Yeah. He went not long after you threw a hissy fit.”
    “It wasn't a hissy fit, and besides you promised you'd warn me if he was coming over.”
    “I didn't know he was coming. Anyway, it was you he came to see.”
    “He needn’t have bothered.”
    “You’re being a bit hard on him, Megs. Sorry, I meant Megan.”
    “You can call me Megs if you like. He’d better not say it again though.”
    “Why don’t you like him? Is it because of what he said in Dandy’s? He's apologised for that.”
    “Let’s not get into it. He’s your brother, so you’re bound to see the best in