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standing nose to nose and arguing in a circle of amused and interested staff.
‘I don’t have to take this, you know! I can resign!’
‘No, you can’t! You’re my nephew! You can’t resign from being a nephew‑!’
Ginger and Victor sat down on the steps of a canvas and wood mansion. They had absolute privacy. No‑one was going to bother to watch them with a rip‑snorter of a row going on a few yards away.
‘Er,’ said Ginger. Her fingers twisted among themselves. Victor couldn’t help noticing that the nails were worn downparanoia.
‘Laddie found you . . . asleep yesterday afternoon,’ said
Victor, leaning back.
‘During the day?’
‘Yes.’
She put her hands to her mouth. ‘It’s worse than I thought,’ she whispered. ‘It’s .‘Er,’ she said again. Her face was a picture of anguish, and pale under the make‑up. She isn’t beautiful, Victor felt himself think, but you could have real trouble believing it.‘I, er, don’t know how to say this,’ she said, ‘but, er, has anyone noticed me walking in my sleep?’‘To the hill?’ said Victor.Her head whipped around like a snake.‘You know? How do you know? Have you been spying on me?’ she snapped. It was the old Ginger again, all fire and venom and the aggressiveness of