coffee. âThe little toad. She gets me up at some godforsaken hour and then sheâs got the nerve to be in a foul mood. I cook her breakfast and she doesnât want it. Just wants to get on that computer again and burst hearts.â
âI donât think Iâve seen Cass in a foul mood. Just those first few minutes, when you arrived, but that was because she was beside herself with tiredness.â
Fern grimaced.
âTrust me,â she said. âAngelic Cass has a dark side that blisters paint. When she gets it into her head that she wants something . . . well, watch out. Thereâs no budging her. And today she wants the computer. So the computer she must have. At six-thirty in the morning.â
âHeaven help us,â said Ivy. âTwo kids with attitudes. Has Holly surfaced yet?â
âNope.â
âNot surprised. Even on a good Saturday she doesnât get up until twelve. Today, I reckon sheâll stay there all day.â
âTell you what, sis,â said Fern. âIâll have a chat with your devilâs spawn and you have a chat with mine. Aunts have an advantage over mums. Generally speaking they donât have 666 tattooed on their foreheads.â
âMaybe not, but Iâve got a relief map of the Great Dividing Range tattooed on mine. Have you ever seen so many worry lines on one face?â
âNot since I last looked in the mirror.â
Cassie
My head and neck are on fire. Small sparks of pain scatter, glow and burn.
Sixteen minutes before the hearts have gone.
Slow.
Yesterday I did it in twelve.
I must let my muscles unwind and flow. They are too tight and it is in the core of tightness that fire blossoms. But it is fragile, brittle, this control. Relax the tightness and chaos spreads, my body twitched and tugged by outside forces.
I pour myself into the cursor. I wind my will up tighter. I ignore the spot fires in my neck.
All is quiet.
There was a knock on Cassieâs bedroom door, immediately followed by Ivyâs head poking around it.
âHello, poppet,â she said. âMind if I come in?â
Cassieâs head turned.
âWhat are you up to?â said Ivy. âIs it okay if I watch?â
She sat on the edge of the bed, just to the left of Cassieâs wheelchair. The computer was on a short chest of drawers. The height wasnât quite right, but Fern had put a couple of pillows under Cassâs bottom to align her as closely as possible.
Ivy watched as the cursor circled slowly in the centre of the screen.
Beads of sweat stood on Cassieâs brow as she brought the cursor to a box at the top of the screen where there were six small windows, each containing various icons. Cass positioned hers on a double icon, slowly took the cursor away and then put it back in exactly the same place. The window turned grey.
She then moved the cursor to an icon at the bottom of the screen. Although positioned slightly off centre, it nonetheless opened the program. Eighteen hearts, in three neat rows, appeared. Cassie took a deep breath and willed the cursor to the first heart.
âThat is terrific, Cassie,â said Ivy. âI see what youâre doing. Isnât that clever?â
Cassâs head twisted and the cursor slid off the screen.
âOh dear,â said Ivy. âYou donât want to overdo it, poppet. Maybe you should give it a break.â
Cassieâs head jerked and thumped against the neck brace of the wheelchair. One arm thrashed. Slowly, she gathered herself, faced the monitor again. Her body quietened. The cursor blinked once at the edge of the screen, disappeared then reappeared. The silence in the room gathered, became almost a palpable presence. The cursor inched towards a heart.
âHow about a drive somewhere?â said Ivy.
Cassie howled. She shrieked and rolled her head. Hands flung themselves to the side, knocked the sensor from the top of the monitor, tore the lead
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