part of our history!”
Grace looked at
Pearl as if to say, ‘There’s your answer’.
“ Good morning, Grace! Where are you hiding?” a voice hollered
out.
The two ghosts
and Grace looked towards the open door. Pearl said, “Is that
Frankie? What’s he shouting for?”
They heard a
thudding on the stairs along with a song that Frankie was
attempting to sing. He burst into the room, his arms wide. He
grinned at Grace and pulled her into a bear hug.
“ Get
off!” Grace muttered, her face squashed against his
shirt.
He released her.
Grace took a few steps back from him. He said, “Isn’t it a
wonderful morning! Can you believe I’ve been up all night? I knew
my body would get used to it.”
Unbeknownst to
Frankie, Pearl was inches away from his face, she was standing on
tiptoes and peering into his eyes.
Grace narrowed
her eyes, something wasn’t quite right. “Are you going to bed now?
Shall I open the shop?”
Frankie waved an
arm in the air. “No need, little Sis, I’m all fired up. I don’t
feel tired at all, I’ll deal with the shop. Take yourself off for
the day, buy some make-up.”
Pearl turned
around to Grace and snapped, “He’s taken something! Some sort of
drug, I can see it in his eyes. I always knew he was an idiot but
this takes the biscuit.”
Grace looked
closer at Frankie’s eyes, they did seem unnaturally bright. She
said, “Frankie, do you remember those black sweets that you
mentioned, the ones that people were eating at the
club?”
“ I
do remember! In fact, I bought some last night, they’re amazing,
they’ve given me a real boost of energy. I’ve got some left.”
Frankie reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, brown paper
bag.
“ Who
did you buy them from? What have they got inside them?” Grace said
in a calm voice.
Pearl yelled
out, “Drugs! That’s what’s inside them. He probably did a dodgy
deal somewhere, in the toilets or outside in a dark
alley!”
Frankie opened
the packet and looked inside. “I bought them off a woman, she was
going round the club with them, everyone was buying them. The woman
said they were liquorice sweets mixed with herbs, she said they
were organic and totally natural, she said they were non-addictive.
Which is good because I can’t stop eating them.”
Grace put her
hand out to grab the bag but Frankie dodged to the side. He opened
the bag and shoved a small, dark sweet into his mouth. Grace shot
forward and grabbed the bag.
“ Hey! Give them back!” Frankie cried out. “Get your
own!”
“ Which nightclub did you get them from?” Grace
asked.
Frankie folded
his arms and stuck his lip out. “Not telling you.”
Pearl pointed to
a stamp on Frankie’s hand. Grace gave her a small nod. The stamp
showed the name of the nightclub – The Black Panther. She’d never
been in but she knew where it was.
“ I
think you’ve had enough for now, and I think you should lie down,”
Grace said.
“ You
can think what you like,” Frankie retorted.
“ Give him a slap! Knock some sense into him!” Pearl yelled
out.
“ Please yourself, I’ll leave you to it,” Grace said, trying
not to sound hurt.
Frankie opened
his arms and grinned at Grace. He smiled and said, “Let’s not fall
out, life is too short. You have a day off and I’ll look after the
shop. I’ve loads of energy!”
Frankie
subjected her to a wet kiss on the forehead before winking at her
and then running out of the room. They heard him bounding down the
steps.
“ Well!” Connie said. “I never would have thought that he’d be
daft enough to get involved with drugs.”
Grace’s head
snapped to the side. “For all we know your darling Della could have
sold these to him!”
“ Grace! There’s no need to talk to Connie like that,” Pearl
said. There was a slight pause then she added, “Although I was
thinking the same thing. Let’s have a look at those
sweets.”
Grace opened the
bag as if expecting a bomb to go off. She picked up a
Grace looked at
Pearl as if to say, ‘There’s your answer’.
“ Good morning, Grace! Where are you hiding?” a voice hollered
out.
The two ghosts
and Grace looked towards the open door. Pearl said, “Is that
Frankie? What’s he shouting for?”
They heard a
thudding on the stairs along with a song that Frankie was
attempting to sing. He burst into the room, his arms wide. He
grinned at Grace and pulled her into a bear hug.
“ Get
off!” Grace muttered, her face squashed against his
shirt.
He released her.
Grace took a few steps back from him. He said, “Isn’t it a
wonderful morning! Can you believe I’ve been up all night? I knew
my body would get used to it.”
Unbeknownst to
Frankie, Pearl was inches away from his face, she was standing on
tiptoes and peering into his eyes.
Grace narrowed
her eyes, something wasn’t quite right. “Are you going to bed now?
Shall I open the shop?”
Frankie waved an
arm in the air. “No need, little Sis, I’m all fired up. I don’t
feel tired at all, I’ll deal with the shop. Take yourself off for
the day, buy some make-up.”
Pearl turned
around to Grace and snapped, “He’s taken something! Some sort of
drug, I can see it in his eyes. I always knew he was an idiot but
this takes the biscuit.”
Grace looked
closer at Frankie’s eyes, they did seem unnaturally bright. She
said, “Frankie, do you remember those black sweets that you
mentioned, the ones that people were eating at the
club?”
“ I
do remember! In fact, I bought some last night, they’re amazing,
they’ve given me a real boost of energy. I’ve got some left.”
Frankie reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, brown paper
bag.
“ Who
did you buy them from? What have they got inside them?” Grace said
in a calm voice.
Pearl yelled
out, “Drugs! That’s what’s inside them. He probably did a dodgy
deal somewhere, in the toilets or outside in a dark
alley!”
Frankie opened
the packet and looked inside. “I bought them off a woman, she was
going round the club with them, everyone was buying them. The woman
said they were liquorice sweets mixed with herbs, she said they
were organic and totally natural, she said they were non-addictive.
Which is good because I can’t stop eating them.”
Grace put her
hand out to grab the bag but Frankie dodged to the side. He opened
the bag and shoved a small, dark sweet into his mouth. Grace shot
forward and grabbed the bag.
“ Hey! Give them back!” Frankie cried out. “Get your
own!”
“ Which nightclub did you get them from?” Grace
asked.
Frankie folded
his arms and stuck his lip out. “Not telling you.”
Pearl pointed to
a stamp on Frankie’s hand. Grace gave her a small nod. The stamp
showed the name of the nightclub – The Black Panther. She’d never
been in but she knew where it was.
“ I
think you’ve had enough for now, and I think you should lie down,”
Grace said.
“ You
can think what you like,” Frankie retorted.
“ Give him a slap! Knock some sense into him!” Pearl yelled
out.
“ Please yourself, I’ll leave you to it,” Grace said, trying
not to sound hurt.
Frankie opened
his arms and grinned at Grace. He smiled and said, “Let’s not fall
out, life is too short. You have a day off and I’ll look after the
shop. I’ve loads of energy!”
Frankie
subjected her to a wet kiss on the forehead before winking at her
and then running out of the room. They heard him bounding down the
steps.
“ Well!” Connie said. “I never would have thought that he’d be
daft enough to get involved with drugs.”
Grace’s head
snapped to the side. “For all we know your darling Della could have
sold these to him!”
“ Grace! There’s no need to talk to Connie like that,” Pearl
said. There was a slight pause then she added, “Although I was
thinking the same thing. Let’s have a look at those
sweets.”
Grace opened the
bag as if expecting a bomb to go off. She picked up a
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