bit of murder behind the statues, because he was
not
going back downstairs for a career interview. Career interviews with Low Command tended to be painful and when they were over the only career options left would be as (a) somebodyâs wall ornament, or (b) their mittens. The sort of people Muddlespot worked for did not like failure.
He tensed. He leaped to the corner of the passage, claws bared. The passage was empty.
âHello?â
In the darkness at the far end, something scuttled.
Warily Muddlespot stole forward. He entered a small octagonal chamber. The light here was tinted just faintly maroon. The chamber too was empty. He listened. He heard nothing.
Or maybe â maybe â the whisper of bare feet, receding quickly down a distant corridor, and a soft explosion of sound that disappeared with it.
It might have been a snigger.
The air had a huge stillness, as if the whole of Sallyâs being was holding her breath. (Which it very well might be.)
There
was
something in the room: something small, lying in the middle of the floor like a sweet packet that someone had dropped.
Litter, in the mind of Sally Jones? The rules on litter were
very
strict.
It was a folded bit of card. Muddlespot bent to pick it up.
As he did so, the floor shook.
âItâs not FAIR!â Billie screamed.
âYes it is,â said Sally. They were face to face in the kitchen at home. Sallyâs feet were planted, her arms were folded. She wasnât backing down. Not even when Billie thrust her face, red as a ripe tomato, within centimetres of Sallyâs own.
âSweetheart,â Mum pleaded from the sidelines, âyou donât have to invite anyone you donât want to . . .â
âShe already has,â said Sally. âHowâs Holly going to feel now if you tell her you donât want her after all?â
âBut she makes me
sick
! I just look at her and I feel
sick
! All the time Iâm sitting at the table with her in school, Iâm trying not to throw up! And Iâve
got
to have her because
Sallyâs
invited
Kaz
!
âKaz is coming,â said Sally. âI canât uninvite her.â
âNo,â said Mum. âOf
course
Kathy is coming. Billie â why donât you just
talk
to Holly and clear up whatever the matter is? Last week you were best friends . . .â
â
NO!
â shrilled Billie. âWe werenât
ever
! And the trouble with Holly is HOLLY!â
âOh,â said Mum.
âAll right. Tell Holly you donât want her and invite someone else,â said Sally.
âThere
is
no one else!â
âWhat about Josh? Heâs nice.â
âNO.
BOYS!
â screamed Billie.
âThat does it!â fumed the Inner Sally, who wasnât feeling nearly as calm as the Outer Sally was managing to look. âIâm going to kill her!â
âNo you arenât,â said Windleberry, who was being exactly as calm as the Outer Sally, and even had his arms folded and feet planted in the same way.
âThen I hope she kills herself! Why doesnât she?â
âYou donât mean that.â
âDonât I?
Weâd
all be happier â and so would she!â
They stood side by side, looking out through the great windows which were the Outer Sallyâs eyes, and which were largely filled with the sight of Billieâs red face.
âYouâre just so
selfish
!â came Billieâs voice from outside. âSelfish-selfish-
selfish
!â
â
Iâm
selfish?â screamed the Inner Sally. âLooked in a mirror lately, have you?â
âIâm not going to uninvite people Iâve invited,â said the Outer Sally, without raising her voice. âIf you donât want Holly to come, then invite Lauren or someone like that.â
âWell done,â said Windleberry.
â
When
I need your advice . . .â growled the Inner
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