Mirror World (15)

Liam and Max both curled up on their own armchairs, eyes on their gaming devices and thumbs doing their exercise for the day.
‘Oh, yeah, that’s right. They were at each other’s throats. I reckon they’d have murdered each other if you hadn’t of come.’
‘I’ll take them to the park, looks like they need to burn off some energy,’ I said. More like exercise the rest of their little bodies…
‘Good luck,’ Maggie muttered and then gulped down her amber medicine on the rocks. She riveted her eyes to the catchy advertisement touting the news: Cockroach-Murdering Aliens on Death Row and then a low voice reminding the viewer, ‘Sponsored by Hunter Driver’. Gets around this Hunter Driver.

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My bag hummed and vibrated. I leapt forward and rifled through my sack of never-ending things and yanked out the phone. Just in time, I pressed the answer button. ‘Hello?’
‘Holly, can you come and help today? I’m feeling a bit off and the kids are climbing the walls.’ Had to be Maggie.

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Jemima lay sprawled on the sand. She reached up to Walter and cried, ‘Help me.’
Walter pulled her to standing and leaning on his arm, she staggered along the path behind us.
The giant slide emerged, a long silver ribbon glinting in the first rays of a new day.
‘Let’s slide,’ Jorg-Gunter grabbed my hand and we raced up the dune to the crest and starting point.

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Monica hovered a couple of steps above us, guarding her precious son and plopping in and out of the conversation—mostly Kirk who rambled on about himself.
Don’t know what became of Jemima. I thought she said Dan was “the one”. But after a few glasses of the good stuff, from this region, she vanished. Last time I saw her, she and the bass-man Walter—was he the Mirror-Wally that Minna mentioned from her unwilling mission?—cuddled up on the love-seat couch in the room of mirrors.

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On the way, we swung through the leafy streets of Yelnu to pick up Jason and Brett Fox, young men in their twenties and sons of Geoffrey and Mika Fox. A more nerdy pair you could not find. Ironic coming from “Mr. and Ms. Cool” of the Eighties. Like these chaps sitting beside their respective favourite parent, tried too hard to imitate their eighties’ heros.
I glanced back at the boys and then nudged Jemima. ‘What is it with those two? Flannel shirts, black-rimmed glasses and the hair covering their faces. It’s creepy.’

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‘Ah, there you are!’ He cackled much like a witch, but wearing brown trousers, skin-tight synthetic shirt of the same colour as the trousers, he resembled the type of creep who abducted Jemima. Never trust a man in brown trousers.

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Gunter touched a lock of my hair. ‘I know lots of things, Holly and so does Boris. You are getting involved with some very dangerous people.’
‘You mean, the Cowpers? And Kirk?’
‘Yes,’ Gunter whispered, ‘but Kirk, he is not so dangerous.’

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