every day gone. Donât you think?â She looked enquiringly at Katie and Becky who were exchanging âIs she anything to do with you?â sort of looks. (It was one they got a lot of practice at.) âIt isnât that stupid! Have we got any balloons? Jumping on balloons would be good.â
Becky, who wasnât brilliant with unexpected loud noises (she always wore earplugs on Bonfire Night, because she adored fireworks, but couldnât stand the bangs) shuddered. âWell, youâre not keeping them in our room.â
âBaby,â jeered Annabel, turning back to the screen. âI canât see Mum being that keen either, though. Iâll have to think of something else.â
She clicked on Dadâs first mail, and her sisters shrugged â it was just Bel being random again. They concentrated on the screen.
From:
[email protected] To:
[email protected] Subject: Fantastic news!
Darling!
Sorry this is a short email â promise Iâll send all of you your own personal emails soon â got to go into a meeting any second and I need to mail your mum too. Iâve just found out that Iâve got some unexpected leave, and Iâm pretty sure it coincides with your half-term. So expect to find me camping on the doorstep on Friday 16th! Loads of love â see you all soon!
Dad
âIt isnât even two weeks, really, Bel,â Becky pointed out. âIf you donât count today itâs only ten days we have to wait.â
Annabel gave her a disbelieving look. Patience was not her strong point, and the way she saw it, âonlyâ and âten daysâ didnât fit together very well.
Becky poked her in the arm. âCome on, stop looking at me like Iâm talking some foreign language, and get typing! What time will it be in Egypt? Will Dad get this before he goes to bed?â
From:
[email protected] To:
[email protected] Subject: Yay!
Hey Dad! Thatâs the best news ever! We thought we wouldnât see you till Christmas and now itâs way before. And Iâve had a brilliant idea (itâs me, Bel, of course!)
â here both Becky and Katie poked her, but they let her leave it in â
Do you remember we didnât have a birthday party this year? We wanted you to be there for it. Mum says we can have a party in half-term, the day after you get back! So youâd better not be jet-lagged!
Annabel turned round to the pair on the window sill. âIâve just remembered something else!â she announced dramatically.
âCongratulations, Bel, itâs a record. What?â sighed Katie, impatient to get the message off to Dad.
âDad gave us spending money in Julyââ
âMmm, we know, you bought that skirt with it, so?â Becky sounded puzzled.
âSo he didnât send any of us a proper present! He said heâd wait till he was back and we had a party. Donât you remember? Mum said weâd end up with loads too many prezzies around Christmastime â she got quite sniffy about it.â
Katie and Becky made faces â they did remember. âQuite sniffyâ was definitely an understatement. Mum had been worried that the triplets would get spoilt, with both parents competing to get them nice presents. It was something she very definitely wasnât going to let happen.
Katie nodded seriously. âWe should definitely remind him. You know what heâs, like.â
âI donât know,â Becky put in. âThat might sound â well, as though itâs only presents weâre bothered about.â
âDonât be an idiot, Becky, he knows thatâs not true. Weâre just helping him. Heâd be very upset if he forgot,â Bel snapped, feeling a bit guilty. Sometimes Becky was worryingly nice, and it made her feel quite evil by comparison.
Luckily Becky was quite used to her sisterâs snappy comments, and mostly