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‘Couldn’t be,’ sneered Charles, who had just come into the kitchen. ‘Horsey boys are all poofters aren’t they? Poncing ‘round in ballet tights and all that.’
‘They are not! And I wouldn't bloody care if they were!’ said Saffron, throwing her fork at her brother.
‘Ouch! That hurt, you stupid nut-case! Did you see that! She could have done my eye in!’
‘Nya - nya - nya!’
‘Oh, stop-it, children! You’re both being silly. I won’t have physical violence or vilification of minorities at the breakfast table!’ Angie declared angrily.
Sometimes ... Saffron thought to herself, I have no idea what my parents are on about.
‘Don’t sit on my cat or I’ll murder you!’ She shouted as her brother’s backside hovered dangerously above Kiwi the kitten, curled fast asleep in the only vacant chair.
‘Nya - Nya - Nya!’ he responded as he gently lifted the cat onto his lap and stroked her soft fur.
School was cool that day. People kept coming up to ask her about the Green Mountain campaign. They all signed the petition and she told them to watch T.V. at six thirty.
Her friends talked constantly about boys, especially the spunky boys they'd met at the mall last night. She kept quiet about Mitch. Luckily none of them knew how long he had stayed with her.
Surely they have better things to do with their lives, she thought. They're obsessed about make-up and dates, boys are