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adorable little pixie face and the way she’d moved on stage. It was like she was two different people. I wasn’t quite sure yet which one I liked more.
    The next day I got up early and went for a run. Adrenaline was coursing through my body and I’d barely slept. I needed an outlet for the extra energy, probably not the kind that involved running, but that would have to do for now. I ran for an hour and felt only slightly better when I returned. Toby was still out but there was a message from my mom reminding me about dinner tonight. It was Sunday and she always had a family dinner Sunday night. Tradition. And I was expected.
    I rocked up early and spent some time chatting with my dad as he potted in the garden. My parents were into gardening and spent hours out in the backyard trimming and pruning. As a result it was a magical oasis and even though I didn’t get their passion for it, I did appreciate sitting out on the porch surrounded by tropical plants and flowers on a warm summer’s evening. I grabbed a beer from Dad’s outdoor bar and sat down at the patio table.
    “No Melissa tonight,” my little sister Brooke observed, plopping herself loudly into the settee. Brooke was a little thing but she did everything loudly. She stomped around the house so that you knew exactly where she was at all times, and I swear her voice was a decibel louder than everyone else’s. Even as a little kid she’d been loud. And bossy. At sixteen she was still pretty bossy as well as way too interested in other people’s lives.
    “No, we broke up,” I reminded her, patiently.
    She grinned mischievously. “ You know that and I know that, but does Melissa know that?”
    “Not funny,” I frowned at her.
    She ignored me and kept talking as if I hadn’t even spoken. “Because Melissa’s best friend has a cousin in my year at school and she said that you guys are just on a break. That it’s temporary and that you are still pretty much together anyhow.” She used her hands to show imaginary speech marks for “on a break” and “together.”
    My frown deepened. “You shouldn’t listen to gossip.”
    She shrugged. “It’s not gossip if it’s true. It’s information.”
    “Well that is not true so then it’s not information,” I informed her, “it’s gossip.”
    “Whatever,” she shrugged again, and then examined her nails as if I was boring her. “So. Go out last night?”
    “Hhhmmmn.”
    She grinned again. “I know you did.” Then she leaned forward. “Shannon texted me and said that her older brother and his mates go to that dive across town and that you were there. And that afterwards you went to one of Tony Hurst’s parties.”
    I sighed and rolled my eyes. My sister was fast becoming the biggest gossip in town. “You know way too much.”
    “So?” She ignored my barb. “ Did you go to one of Tony Hurst’s parties?”
    “Yes. And how do you even know who Tony Hurst is?”
    She flicked her hair. “I know everything. But what were you doing over there anyhow? Mom would have a fit if she thought you were hanging out with someone like Tony Hurst. Did they have strippers? Orgies in the pool? Were there like thousands of people there?”
    Her eyes were wide and imploring. I laughed at her. “Little sister you should just stick to school gossip. You’ll get yourself in trouble. And I went to check out a band, that’s all, I am not suddenly hanging out at Tony Hurst’s house so no reason to tell Mom about it.”
    My mom barely tolerated swearing and couldn’t abide loud music or more than one glass of wine. There were quite a few things in this world that my mother frowned upon.
    “Fifty bucks and I say nothing,” Brooke suddenly announced.
    “Fuck off.”
    “Twenty?” she tried, flashing me one of her smiles. “And I won’t tell Mom you just said fuck.”
    “You just said it too,” I pointed out.
    “Yeah but she knows I don’t swear.” She stuck her tongue out at me. How Brooke managed to