“She stared at the television, mouth half open, then looked incredulously at Jem. “That’s you!” she said. “Ken that fine,” he said crossly. “Turn it off, aye?” “No, I want to see.” She blocked him as he lunged for the screen; Ginger was eleven and bigger than him. “Turn it off!” he said, then, with cunning inspiration, “It’ll scare Mandy and she’ll howl.” Ginger shot Mandy a quick glance—she had good lungs, did Mandy—then reluctantly turned the TV off. “Mmphm,” she said, ...and lowered her voice. “Mam told us what happened, but she said we weren’t to trouble ye about it.” “Good,” Jem said. “Don’t.” His heart was hammering and he felt sweaty, but his hands were going cold and hot and cold again. He’d got away by the skin of his teeth, diving under the bushes planted at the top of the spillway and crawling down the concrete edging ’til he found a ladderway that went down into the water.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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