Like This, for Ever by Sharon Bolton Page A

another. Sheets from his bed, he’d explained that morning, which needed washing early because he’d spilled tea on them. Except, to Barney’s certain knowledge, there were no striped sheets anywhere in the house. His dad had washed sheets that didn’t belong to them.
    ‘Just had a text from Lloyd’s mum,’ his dad said when Barney walked through the kitchen door. Luckily, because Barney hadn’t had much practice lying to his dad, his back was turned. He was at the worktop by the sink, preparing vegetables in the food slicer.
    ‘What’s she want?’ said Barney, trying to sound uninterested.
    His dad lifted a saucepan down and scraped the vegetables into it. ‘Inviting you to a sleepover tomorrow night. Want to go?’
    As the delicious smell of frying garlic came sneaking up towards Barney’s nostrils, he told himself to be careful, not to sound too eager.
    ‘Suppose so.’
    ‘Why they call them sleepovers is beyond me. Overnight rampages might be more to the point.’
    ‘So can I go?’
    His dad paused in the act of stirring and looked at him. ‘What’s the homework situation?’
    ‘French vocabulary test on Monday, two sheets of long division and a book review. I can do it all after football tomorrow.’
    ‘If I say yes, what are the chances of you getting any sleep?’
    Barney’s eyes started to sting. That would be the ginger his dad was using, possibly chilli. He loved Friday-night dinner. ‘I can sleep on Sunday,’ he suggested.
    ‘Well, that’s going to be a fun weekend for me. On my own on Saturday night and you in bed all Sunday.’
    ‘I won’t go if you don’t want me to,’ offered Barney, surprised to find that he meant it.
    His dad smiled. ‘I’m kidding, course you can go. I’ll give Lloyd’s mum a call now.’
    Not good! Lloyd would have borrowed his mum’s phone to text his mates. If parents started phoning her, the game would be up. Barney picked up the morning’s newspaper and turned it round as though he were reading the heading. ‘She keeps her phone on silent when she’s in the house,’ he said, without looking up. ‘I’d text her.’
    His dad glanced round. ‘You’d better do it,’ he said. ‘Tell her I’ll drop you off at five.’
    Oh, this wasn’t going well.
    Barney picked his dad’s phone up off the counter. ‘They’re only ten minutes away,’ he said. ‘You don’t need to take me. I’ll tell her I’ll arrive about five.’
    ‘No you won’t,’ said his dad. ‘I’ll drive you and I’ll pick you up.’
    ‘Dad!’
    The two of them made eye contact. ‘Deal-breaker, Barney.’
    When his dad said that, there was no point arguing. OK, all wasn’t lost. Lloyd could tell his mum, who thought they were having a sleepover at Sam’s, that Barney would be picking him up on the way. His dad would drop him off, watch him disappear inside Lloyd’s house, then five minutes later the two of them would set off, supposedly for Sam’s. He quickly tapped out the message to Lloyd’s mum’s phone, which was temporarily in Lloyd’s possession, and sent it. Then he deleted it. Finally, he tapped out the one his dad would see if he checked Sent messages. Sneaking around and covering tracks was hard work.
    ‘Dad, do we still have Granddad’s boat?’
    His dad spun on the spot, wooden spoon still in hand. ‘What on earth made you ask about that?’ he asked.
    Barney shrugged. ‘Some kids were talking about boats today. I just remembered. We haven’t been for a while, have we?’
    His dad turned back to the hob. ‘No,’ he said. ‘Well, it’s not much fun in winter, is it?’
    ‘We should go and check, though,’ said Barney. ‘Just to make sure it’s alright and not leaking again or anything.’
    ‘I’m sure it’s fine.’
    ‘How do you know?’
    His dad spoke slowly, as though explaining something difficult. ‘One or other of the neighbours would have let me know if there’d been any trouble.’
    ‘Do you keep the key safe?’
    ‘Yes, thank