“Hugh Andrew Biggs!” Sinead called out. “That better be you skulking behind the house!” Hiding behind the side of my house, Hugh released an audible groan. “Jesus, she sounds really pissed.” “Why?” I asked, turning to look at him. “So, I sort of didn’t tell her I was coming over,” he explained sheepishly. “And I sort of didn’t ask for permission to cycle to your house, either.” “Oh.” I felt myself laugh for the first time in weeks. “You are so dead.” “Elizabeth Eleanor Young!” That was my mother. “Return the boy to his mother right this instant.” “Yeah, Elizabeth.” Hugh waggled his brows
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