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penthouse is no longer available? We booked it! Yesterday morning! Less than twenty-four hours ago!!!’
    Okay. So if Holly decides to have a career change, she may make a very good Rottweiler. I think she’s about to lean over the reception desk here and tear the arm off the poor receptionist.
    ‘I’m very sorry, but there was nothing we could do. The owner rents out the apartment and just a few hours ago he decided he needed the penthouse after all. We tried all the numbers you’d left us, but you’d already left for the airport.’
    Holly goes to start off on another rant, but Dad pulls her gently aside. ‘Now, don’t get upset, Holly. You know you have to watch your blood pressure. Just let me sort all this out.’
    Alexa’s and my eyes dart to meet each other. Big mistake. Holly, being an A-list Hollywood actress, tends to have her needs met rather quickly. My dad, being a K-list (is there even a K list?) professor of human sociology (and if you don’t know what that is, I may as well tell you – he’s into the mating kind of human sociology, which means he spends his days perving into other people’s sex lives), will probably be ushered to the nearest three-star hotel and given a voucher for a half-price wax-museum tour or something similar. But before Dad can even ask for directions, the receptionist is trying to smooth things over.
    ‘I thought you might like the two adjoining apartments one floor down. There are three bedrooms in each with very similar features to the penthouse, and the apartments adjoin in the living area through a two-way door. Together, they’re more expensive, but of course we’ll offer them to you at the same price.’
    ‘With a twenty per cent reduction for the inconvenience, of course,’ my Dad adds.
    ‘Of course, sir.’ The receptionist doesn’t even blink.
    Holly, Alexa and I look at Dad in amazement. And when he digests the receptionist’s words, frankly, even Dad looks surprised at Dad. Go, Dad! Nice bargaining! Holly’s obviously teaching him a thing or two about living large (though I don’t think she’ll convince him about that black Porsche four-wheel drive B and G have been coveting lately).

    We needn’t have worried because both apartments, as it turns out, are gorgeous. Three bedrooms and three bathrooms each, with a spa on both balconies (if only there was some kind of a cemented-in choker chain so Alexa and I could keep Nat under control, but there isn’t one in either apartment – we checked). Dad and Holly stand the three of us in the living area and give us the pre-emptive strike lecture about the drinks cabinet and then head next door so they can carry on with their canoodling, or justplain noodling as it turns out, because within minutes Dad has already headed out to source some ramen noodles of all things for B and G.
    Frankly, I’m starting to get scared B and G will be just as demanding out of the womb.
    ‘I guess we should unpack,’ Alexa says, walking back over the tiled living area from the balcony where she’s been admiring the view.
    ‘I guess we should spa ,’ Nat counters. She receives another of Alexa’s looks in return. ‘What? Oh all right. I’ll unpack first.’ Nat heads off down the corridor, picking up her bag as she goes.
    ‘Nessa’s in the big room, of course,’ Alexa says after her.
    ‘I know that,’ the voice says from the corridor.
    Alexa sighs, turning towards me. ‘I can’t believe I’m sixteen and she makes me feel so old .’
    I laugh. ‘She’s okay.’
    ‘I know. She’s just … a handful.’ Alexa sighs another world-weary sigh.
    ‘Okay, now you really do sound old. Come on, Nat’s right. We can unpack later. We’ve got a whole ten days to unpack. Right now, let’s spa.’

    ‘I love your bikini, Nessa,’ Nat says, as she climbs into the balcony’s spa after Alexa and me.
    ‘Thanks! It’s new. Holly and I went shopping yesterday. Oh, and speaking of togs …’
    Alexa laughs again. Boy, this