“For once, she really didn’t care what she wore. Her dad’s friend—Mr Mills—lived with his wife and kids in a house that didn’t have a pool or a games room. Indeed, it had a huge outdoor entertaining area with a gigantic barbecue, a theatre room with a movie projector screen, and a shed full of brand new cars. Gabby had been to lots of parties there before and each one had been the same; they ate gourmet sausages, listened to Mr Mills talk about his kids—two primary school aged boys—and then they... watched endless movies, mostly thriller adventures, while their parents chatted on over brandy and cards. The Mills’ place was one of the least thrilling places to go to on a Saturday night. She changed her mind, and pulled out shorts and a T-shirt. Sometimes there were other kids from school at these parties but most of her friends had gone away on holidays. If only E.D. had agreed to come with her. Gabby scowled. Not that he wanted to, of course. Not that he could bear to go anywhere with her.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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