I said.
Not that we could have worn them at the same time. Well, if they were different colours I suppose we could. Me and Lottie did. But Em rather sadly said, “It would just look stupid on me. I’m the wrong sort of shape.”
It’s true that Em is a bit tall and gangly, and somewhat on the skinny side, whereas I am short and – not dumpy. But kind of … well! Roundish.
“So what are you going to wear?” I said.
“I don’t know!” Em held up the various garments she’d pulled out of her wardrobe. “What do you think? Would these do?”
She waved a pair of jeans at me. I inspected them critically. I am not an expert in fashion. Fashion is not really something that plays much of a part in our lives. As far as Dad and Cass are concerned, it doesn’t even exist. But I do have a bit more of a clue than Em. Being long and skinny, Em is very sensitive about her appearance. She doesn’t have much confidence. Even though she is two years older than I am she is always turning to me for advice.
Anxiously, she said, “So what do you think?”
“Jeans’ll be OK,” I said. “So long as you have a nice top.”
“This?”
She held up a big chunky sweater that Gran had knitted for her. Em likes big chunky sweaters – she reckons they’ll hide the fact that she doesn’t have any bosom. I told her yes, OK, cos I mean there is absolutely no sense trying to turn people into something they are not. And in any case, Cass always says it’s important to feel comfortable in your clothes. Dress Em up like a model and she would just die of embarrassment.
“Are you sure?” she said. “I wouldn’t want Dad being ashamed of me! I—”
“Yes, yes, yes!” I hustled her back into her room. “Just get dressed … quickly. That was Dad’s car. They’re here!”
We hurtled downstairs just in time to greet Dad and Caroline as they came through the door.
“Everything’s on!” I cried. I wanted to set Dad’s mind at rest – I knew how anxious he was. “It’s being cooked right now.”
“Whatever it is,” said Caroline, “it smells delicious.”
“It’s a pie,” I said. “Steak and kidney!”
“Ooh, yum! Exactly what one needs on a cold night.”
I beamed. “That’s what we thought.”
Dad said, “Jolly good! Steak and kidney, eh?”
“Well, you know … m—”
I was about to say mock steak and kidney, but I suddenly remembered that we were hoping Caroline would think it was chicken.
“Actually, I forgot,” I said. “It was going to be steak and kidney, but then at the last minute we changed it to chicken and mushroom.”
“Still sounds delicious,” said Caroline.
“It will be,” I promised. “Cass is a really good cook!”
“Yes. Well.” Dad sounded as if he wasn’t quite sure what to make of everything. “Bitsy, could you take Caroline’s coat and hang it somewhere?”
I said, “Where?”
“In the – um – closet?” said Dad.
What closet? I didn’t know what a closet was! I didn’t think we had one. We usually draped coats and stuff over the banisters, but maybe Caroline wouldn’t like that.
“I’ll take it upstairs,” I said.
I cantered back up. When I came down I found Em hovering.
“We weren’t supposed to lie,” she hissed.
“’bout what?”
“The pie! Cass said … she didn’t think we ought to lie about it.”
“I didn’t lie!”
“Yes, you did, you said it was chicken and mushroom.”
“That’s all right. Soon as we’ve finished I’ll tell her the truth.” I giggled. “She won’t half be surprised!”
“She might be cross,” said Em. “I would be, like, if someone gave me meat and pretended it was something else.”
“That’s cos you’ve got principles,” I said. “People don’t have principles about eating vegetables.”
“All the same,” said Em.
Oh dear! Em is such a worrier.
We went into the sitting room to find Caroline holding out my sherry glass I’d so lovingly polished so that Dad could pour sherry into it. Hah! I knew it would come in useful.
“Do you think Cass would like any help in the kitchen?” she said.
Dad very quickly said, “No, no! And if she does the girls are here to give her a hand.”
He probably didn’t want Caroline seeing the mess the kitchen was in. We always make a mess when we cook. I reckon all the best chefs do.
“I’ll go,” said Em. She pulled a face at me as she left the room. She was going to tell Cass that I’d pretended we were having real chicken in the pie. I just knew she was. Well, so what? I bet when people eat in restaurants they’re given all sorts of stuff they don’t get told about.
I went over to the sofa to sit with Caroline.
“My,” she said, “that is a real miniskirt, isn’t it. What you might call a mini miniskirt!”
Dad looked at me like it was the first time he’d ever seen it.
“It is a bit on the short side,” he said. “Did Cass buy it for you?”
I said, “No, I bought it for myself. Lottie’s got one as well. I’ve had it for ages.”
“You presumably don’t go out in it?” said Caroline.
“I should hope not!” said Dad.
“I …” I hesitated, not quite sure what to say. Was there something wrong with going out in it? I was saved by Cass coming through from the kitchen.
She said, “Oh really, Donald! Don’t be such a prude. She always wears leggings with it, or thick tights.Absolutely nothing to get fussed about! Hello, Caroline. Good to see you again. Dinner won’t be long; just
