it into the bin. Chloe clocked this and her imagination instantly started whirring; had he once been captain of the England cricket team?
Mr Stink brushed his hands together. “Good riddance to bad rubbish,” he said.
“Thanks,” murmured Chloe.
“Not at all,” said Mr Stink. “You mustn’t let bullies get you down.”
“I’ll try,” said Chloe. “Nice to meet you Mr…um…” she began. Everyone called him Mr Stink, but she didn’t know if he knew that. It felt rude to say it to his face.
“Stink,” he said. “They call me Mr Stink.”
“Oh. Nice to meet you, Mr Stink. I’m Chloe.”
“Hello, Chloe,” said Mr Stink.
“You know, Mr Stink,” said Chloe, “I still might go the shops. Do you need anything? Like a bar of soap or something?”
“Thank you, my dear,” he replied. “But I have no use for soap. You see, I had a bath only last year. But I would love some sausages. I do adore a nice meaty sausage…”
“Mother?” said Annabelle.
Mother finished chewing her food completely, then swallowed it, before finally replying.
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