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the new twin mothers.
    â€˜Who are you?’ she gasped.
    â€˜We’re Connie’s new twin mums, of course.’
    â€˜Don’t you ever knock when you come into our Connie’s bedroom?’
    â€˜She’s not your Connie. She’s mine!’
    â€˜Oh, you’re only her old mum. She’s got us now.’
    â€˜We’re much much nicer, aren’t we, Connie? Here, would you like to play Grown-up Ladies, sweetie? Try stepping out in my high heels.’
    She kicked off her glittery dance shoes and Connie tried them on, staggering a few steps across her carpet.
    â€˜Those are my shoes!’ said Mum. ‘Take them off at once, Connie. I told you, you’ll twist your ankle.’
    â€˜She’s all gloom and doom, that old mum of yours, isn’t she, Connie? We’re much more fun.’

    â€˜Would you like to mess about with our make-up, darling? You’d look so cute with a little lipstick and eyeshadow.’
    â€˜Look, will you stop this nonsense!’ Mum shouted. ‘You can’t come bursting into my house and taking over my daughter like this. I’m Connie’s mum and that’s my make-up and that’s my best evening dress you’re wearing. And I don’t know how, but
you’re
wearing it, too. So both of you, take it off!’
    â€˜But it doesn’t fit
you
any more, does it?’
    â€˜You’ve got
much
too fat.’
    â€˜
We
stick to our diet and fitness programme.’
    â€˜Cottage cheese and celery sticks and aerobics every day!’
    â€˜Am I going to have to eat cottage cheese and celery too?’ said Connie, smearing blue eyeshadow on her lids and then blinking up at her new twin mums.
    â€˜Of course not, sweetheart. You’re a growing girl. We’ll cook you your favourite spaghetti bolognese every day, and you can have strawberry pavlova for pudding. Your old mum only gives you that on your birthday, doesn’t she?’
    â€˜Look, I’m worn out and rushed off my feet at the moment. I haven’t got time to cook,’ said Mum, miserably.
    â€˜We
make
time. And we’re much much much busier than you.’
    â€˜That’s right. We go out to work. We have our own office and we earn lots of money.’
    â€˜So did I, once. But the twins are so little, they need me at home,’ said Mum. ‘And Connie needs me too, don’t you, Connie?’ She looked at Connie rather desperately.

    â€˜Of course I need you, Mum,’ said Connie, putting a lipstick smile on her face.
    â€˜But she needs us more. You can’t be in two places at once. We can. One of us can go out to work and one of us can stay home and chat to Connie, easy peasy.’
    â€˜Those babies are bawling downstairs. You’d better go and see what they want now.’
    The twin mums took hold of her and turned her towards the door.
    â€˜But what does Connie want?’ said Mum, struggling.
    â€˜I want you, Mum,’ said Connie, and she pushed past the two twin mums and pulled her own mum free of them.
    They cuddled up close on Connie’s bed and they didn’t even notice the twin mothers sliding out of the door.

8. Best Friends
    â€˜I don’t think I’m ever going to squeeze into this again,’ said Mum, sighing. She’d found her own sparkly evening dress at the back of her wardrobe and was holding it up against herself. ‘You might as well have it for dressing up, Connie,’ said Mum, handing it to her.
    â€˜Oh, Mum! Really? Wow!’ said Connie, jumping up and down.
    â€˜And I’ll find you some of my make-up – just the old bits and pieces, mind, not any of my good stuff – and we can make you up properly if you want. You look like a clown at the moment,’ said Mum, rubbing at Connie’s face with a tissue.
    Connie pulled on Mum’s frock over her T-shirt and perched on a chair while Mum started fussing around her, pretending to be a lady