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a
cheerful wave and walked through the connecting door into the
garage.
    She had to
admit to a little relief at the fact that she’d have the house to
herself for the night. Spending too much time in Alan’s presence
was sure to give her the heebie- jeebies, mostly because she’d
spend the time wondering when he’d say something wildly
inappropriate again and she’d reveal something she shouldn’t before
she knew it.
    Sam had a huge
TV sitting on a cabinet and he went through the controls with her
before indicating where the TV guide and remotes sat beside the
sofa on a small coffee table. Under a stack of car magazines.
    “Geez.” Sophie
held up the two remotes. “I’m surprised they work now.”
    “They’ve had SJ
knocking them to the floor and Alan’s arse sitting on them, and
they still work. Tough stuff.” Sam clapped her on the back. “Sure
you’ll be all right alone tonight?”
    “I’m a big
girl, Sam,” Sophie replied wryly. “In more ways than one.”
    Immediately the
smile left his face. “Hey, I don’t want to hear that shit. I
thought you’d gotten over it.”
    “Sorry. I broke
my rule.” She sighed.
    “Yeah, well
it’s my rule in this house that no one says derogatory things about
themselves. Its soul destroying.” He frowned. “And trust me,
there’re worse things in the world than being cuddly.”
    “Cuddly?” She
was way past cuddly.
    “Yeah, cuddly.
Soft and sweet.”
    “Soft and
dirty-minded, Aunt Tish says.”
    “Don’t change
the subject.”
    “Seriously,
Sam.” Wishing she hadn’t made the comment, she smiled up at him.
“It was a slip of the tongue, just a joke. I promise never to say
it again.”
    He studied her
intently.
    She smiled
sweetly and batted her eyelashes.
    He rolled his
eyes. “Fine. Fine.”
    “You are such a
pushover,” Alan announced from behind them.
    Sam and Sophie
swung around.
    “I thought
you’d left?” Sophie said. Cripes, how much had he heard?
    “I got down the
road and realised that I’d left my mobile phone here.” He waggled
the phone in his hand. “I’m going now.”
    Sam shook his
head as Alan left. “He’d forget his own head if it wasn’t screwed
on right.”
    “Look who’s
talking.” She dug him in the ribs with a forefinger.
    “My memory is
just fine.” He pushed the glasses up the bridge of his nose and
grinned. “Okay, I’m off.”
    “Kind of early
to leave for work, isn’t it?”
    “I’m going in
early, Helen’s sick and they’re short-staffed. They rang me today
before you got here. So anyway, you know where everything is, so
I’ll get dressed and go. The number of the hospital is in the phone
book if you need me.”
    “Thanks,
Dad.”
    “Brat.”
    Once Sam had
left, Sophie rather enjoyed the chance to relax. Being alone didn’t
worry her, solitude was where she did her best thinking. Crossing
to the TV, she flicked it on and perused the TV guide. There was a
horror movie on later but before that were some general
programs.
    Going into the
kitchen, she checked out the menus before ordering pizza. By the
time she’d had a shower and was comfortably dressed in a nightie
and dressing gown, the pizza had arrived. After opening a tin of
tuna for SJ, which earned her his grudging gratitude, she settled
herself in the lounge room for a mind-numbing few hours scaring
herself to death and enjoying it.
    Time enough the
next day to put on her game face.
    It was late
when the movie finished, another horror movie following. She was so
absorbed in it that when something landed on her shoulder, she
shrieked and threw the bowl of popcorn up into the air, where it
rained down in a brightly coloured shower. Leaping to her feet, she
swung around with the remote in one hand, ready to throw it at the
intruder.
    “What the
hell…? Alan?” She lowered the remote.
    Alan stood
behind the sofa, eyeing her contemplatively as he plucked a piece
of popcorn from his hair. “Little nervous, Soph?”
    She placed one
hand