raise her voice, itâs to taunt poor Stu Stevenson. That rule about âignore the bully â theyâll go awayâ¦â Well, Stu Stevenson has had lots of practice at âignoreâ and Fiona still doesnât go away. Abiâs surprised he hasnât given up on bleaching his hair to that scruffy yellow. He just goes about his business, whatever it might be.
Doggedly
would be the word for how he does that.
âCome on out, girl!â says her grandpa. âItâs all part of our deal! Move your bum!â
Colm heads back into the house through the open door, and his granddaughter stares after him. Abi wonders what heâs done for that look. What is their âdealâ about?
When the girl finally climbs out of the car, she slams the door shut.
Abi stands back as the girl makes her way over the wooden walkway, and she canât stop the grin that rises to her face.
Iâm thinking the word âflounceââ¦does anyone even use that word anymore? Flouncing Fiona.
âWhatâre
you
grinning like an idiot about?â Fiona leans over Abi. Sheâs a tall girl, the nasty granddaughter.
âOh, Fiona â donât start,â says Colm. And he just fits those words into the rest of his sentence, which is something about âthis being Will, and this being Aba.â Thereâs a lilt to his voice that Abi likes. Something comforting to it.
âYeah, I know. You told me all about them in the car,â she says. âI know Aba Jones from school.â
Abi would like to set her straight: just because Fiona has seen her at school doesnât mean she
knows
her. But there are a few things about Fiona that defy Abi to speak to her. Her tone, for one â low and angry; the sneer of her full lips; the bump in her nose that makes her look like an ancient statue that will withstand absolutely anything a plebeian like Abi might say.
Fiona is standing in the middle of the kitchen, and Abi realizes that she seems to be trying to hold her very long arms close to her body. Her elbows are tucked into her ribs, her hands hold each other, and thereâs a stiffness to her legs.
She doesnât want to touch anything in my house.
Abi feels a glow of shame and turns away. Colm is right in front of her, and she blinks to hold back the swimming in her eyes.
âItâs nice to meet you finally after coming here every week. Your Da has told me about you.â
Da? Oh yeah, the guy who was going to take me to Disneyland.
âIâd forgotten he talks,â she says.
âAye!â Colm laughs. âHe does forget he has a voice now and then, doesnât he?â He goes back out the door and reappears shortly. âOne more box will do!â
Fiona looks at him; his cheerful tone must annoy her. âAre we done here?â she asks.
âYou have something else to do on your holiday?â he asks with a grin. He should know better.
Her face says as much. She leads the way out the door. Colm rests his hand on Dadâs arm. âNext week, Will, weâll have a game of checkers, we will.â He turns once again to Abi. âYou got something soothing for that burn?â
She nods.
âGood then,â he says.
Dad follows them to the door and he and Colm share a quick, comradely hug that surprises Abi.
âNext week.â
âNext week.â
After the screen door closes, Dad lifts the boxes onto the counter and begins to unpack them.
âHow long have you been getting groceries this way?â Abi asks.
Dad stops and thinks. âBefore Christmas, I guess it was. Someone phoned about it. I went down to some church to pick it up a couple of times and met Colm. He said that because I donât have a car, heâd bring it over after he was done his shift. He said we could play checkers.â Dad pauses for a long moment before a half-smile flickers over his face. âLast week he said heâs going to
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