and that was why I needed him to nail the lid down tonight. And even though he knew he might get in trouble with his dad who didnât trust him with watering the flowers, let alone nailing down the lids, he did as I asked him. I hugged him in relief. He hugged me back. And even though we werenât hugging for a real reason, it was the nicest thing that had happened all night long.
Louis walked me out of the funeral parlour and we said one of those awkward goodbyes where we didnât quite know whether to do a handshake or another hug.
âI canât thank you enough for, well, you know, letting me in and everything.â
He shrugged. âIt was no sweat, really.â He smiled and looked at his shoes.
âWill you get in trouble for nailing the lid down?â
âProbably. So, will you be okay now?â
I nodded, pretending to wipe my eyes with a tissue. âIâll see you tomorrow.â
âYeah. Triple History, isnât it?â I said, rolling my eyes like I really hated it, even though I didnât actually mind it too much.
He frowned. âThereâs no point going in for it though. You wonât be able to concentrate and youâd have to leave at ten anyway for the funeral.â
âOh yeah, yeah of course, of course. No, I donât suppose Iâll bother.â I mentally stapled it to my brain: donât forget to show up at the funeral tomorrow morning. Wherever it was. Sniff.
âMr Atwill wonât mind, under the circumstances,â he said.
âI guess not,â I said as he put his hand up to wave and then walked across the road and into Fat Pangâs, which was buzzing with people and colour and light. On the doorstep, he turned to look at me and I made out I was starting to walk in the opposite direction. But once his back was turned, I stopped and watched him go inside. He walked over to a long table beside the wall with the huge fish tank in it. He sat down next to Damian, who looked especially Yumsville in his black suit with his shirt wide open. He was leaning back in his chair chatting to some blonde girl with black roots. Louis sipped his Coke and seemed more interested in the fish tank and I couldnât help myself smiling.
âSo, thatâs Part One,â said Zoe, climbing into the driverâs seat and carefully closing the door behind her.
âWhatâs Part Two?â I said. âThe head?â
âYes, but we should get some serum into him first to retard decomposition.â
âWhatâs decomposition?â
âRotting. He will have been taken out of the freezer at the funeral parlour around four for family viewing. That means heâs been thawing ever since. If I get the serum into him tonight, that will give us at least a few more daysâ grace, provided he is kept at low temperature.â She started up the engine.
âI thought you only inserted the serum before you electrocuted?â I asked her as the van rolled out of the street and waited at the traffic lights to the seafront. âWeâre not going to electrocute him without a head, are we?â
âNo, of course not,â said Zoe. âWe need to do things a little differently with this one. The serum can be injected at any time before electrocution takes, but I want to give it longer to work in this specimen, so that it has less chance of going wrong. Like with the hamsters and your dog.â
âThey didnât go wrong,â I said. âThe hamsters and Pee Wee are all alive and well thanks to you.â
âYes, but theyâre flawed. Theyâre not perfect versions of their former selves.â
The van turned onto the seafront. âPee Wee looks okay to me.â
âHave you seen what the hamsters have done to the college? A hamster should not be able to chew through concrete walls, Camille. And normal little dogs donât behave like Pee Wee.â
I looked behind me. The curtain-wrapped
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