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ear to the door and wait for him to leave, but
he doesn't go. I tiptoe into the front room and peek out the curtain. Crap, he's
sitting on a chair on the porch.
    Chewing a fingernail, I try to think. Then I
have a brilliant idea. I dash down the hall to the kitchen, grab a frozen fish
from the freezer, then I run back. Giggling, I put the safety chain on the
front door and peek out. “Goodnight, Tom.”
    He pushes the door, but it catches. “Elle, I’m
sorry I hurt your feelings. Take the chain off and I'll show you how to french kiss, you'll love it.”
    “I'm not taking the chain off, but I'll kiss
you if you close your eyes. I feel self-conscious after your insult.”
    “Aw, you know I didn't mean it, babe.” He
leans into the gap in the door. “Come here.”
    I shake my head. “Not unless you close your
eyes.”
    “Okay, if you insist.” He shuts his eyes and
puckers his lips.
    Trying not to laugh, I jam the head of the
fish into his mouth. ‘Ewe, you kiss like a Blobfish,” I say. “Open wide and
I'll give you some tongue.”
    He slaps the fish away. “Friggin
hell. That hurt.”
    Laughing hysterically, I hold my belly and
try to speak. Then I wave the fish at him. ‘Give us another kiss, Blobfish.”
    “That's disgusting,” he says, wiping his
mouth with his sleeve. “And what the hell's a Blobfish?”
    ‘A Blobfish is a hideous sea creature with no
muscles—a floating piece of slime that lives just above the bottom of the ocean.
It eats anything that just happens to come its way. Does it sound like you, Tom?”
I giggle again. “And if you do a web search, you'll see how ugly it is.”
    He glares at me, his nostrils flaring like an
angry bull. Then he stomps to his car and gets in the driver's seat. Giving me
a black look, he slams the door.
    I wave the fish at him. “Night,
night, Blobfish.”
    His tyres screech, then he zooms away.
    Chuckling to myself, I lock the door and
march back to the kitchen. I hope that gave him something to think about. Now,
who kisses like a mackerel? After tossing the fish back in the freezer, I wash
my stinky hands and head back to bed.
    I lift Matilda off my pillow and hold her on
my lap. “Why did you scratch me, Kitty? Were you trying to protect me from that
naughty Tom?”
    Meowing, she lifts her chin up and stares at
me. “What?” I stroke her head and push her to the end of the bed, but as I climb
between the sheets, she meows again. I sigh. “Just go to sleep, Matilda.” For
some reason she's spooking me out tonight. And I can't even shut her out
because of the stupid swollen doors. Ignoring her, I yawn and close my eyes.
    When I wake, bright sunlight is shimmering
through a gap in the curtains. I rub my eyes and glance at the clock radio.
It's 7:30 am. Smiling, I spring out of bed and head to the kitchen. It's going
to be a sunny day after all. I gobble down some muesli and milk, then I send text messages to my friends. Hopefully they'll
all turn up at the beach today. It's too cold to swim, but it's a great day for
a jog on the sand. I boogie to my room and dress in my blue shorts and a pink
sweater. As I slip into my sneakers, I glance at my untidy room and grin. Mum's
not here to nag me, so I don't have to clean up. Chuckling to myself, I head
out the front door and lock it.
    The sweet aroma of jasmine reminds me it's
nearly springtime, and as I jog down the street towards the beach, I inhale the
fresh salty air. When I reach the promenade, I glance at my watch. It's too
early for Brooke and Ruby to be up yet. They always sleep late on Saturdays.
Plus the waves are so rough after the storm, they probably won't turn up. Maybe
there was a storm warning because the beach is deserted, except for the squawking
seagulls. With a big sigh, I walk down the steps onto the sand and start jogging
along the water edge.
    Although it's cold and windy, I'm surprised
there aren’t any early morning joggers around, or people walking their dogs.
The only person here is