standing by the side of the road now and the river shone brown and deep beyond the reeds on the other side. Nothing about it was making her feel like she wanted to be here. Rivers plus reeds equalled snakes and even if they didnât get you, the water was deep and fast-flowing and probably would.
âWhere are we going? I have to go back soon.â
âItâll be all right. Just want to show you something.â Zilla plunged into the taller grasses. âCome on.â
The choice between staying with Zill and staying up on the side of the road where anyone might see her and dob wasnât a happy one. However, as she clambered along through the reeds to the waterâs edge, the thought that nothing ever seemed to happen to Zill offered some comfort.
Here there were flatter places smoothed out by fishermen. Logs lay jumbled like giant pick-up-sticks along with scrambles of fallen branches. Several jutted out into the river.
âWanna walk out on one?â
Nasty little waves fell over themselves. They didnât make a sound. They just crept closer and then slid back to hide under the next. Further out, beneath that flat brown surface there were stronger currents that twisted themselves into knots racing along to get to the lake and then the sea. Her mother had shown her. Pointed them out. Made her afraid.
Zilla was already on the log. One foot sliding along, arms outstretched, body tensed against any sideways wobble.
âYou might fall in.â
âNah. Done it heaps of times.â
If Zill did it, Missie knew, sheâd have to do it too and she deadset didnât want to. No way.
âI have to go,â she said.
âNo you donât. Youâre frightened, Missie Missinger. Youâre a bloody old scaredy-cat!â
It was something the other girls would say. Joannie or one of them. You expected it from them. Even now when they all managed to play netball together and that was only because they needed more players, even now theyâd say something like that. It didnât matter much, because that was the way they were. But it was horrible when Zill said it. True friends shouldnât say stuff like that. True friends know what their friends want.
It was a quick little thought. But she heard it and knew exactly how to get Zilla moving.
âI know Lawrence,â she lied. âHe comes to my house all the time.â
Zilla paused and wobbled a bit.
âWho?â There was a lift in her voice and her eyes were looking up from under her lashes. She knew exactly who they were talking about.
âYou know.â Missie dragged at a bit of grass. âMaxâs friend.â
âWhy should I care?â
âCourse I reckon you like Lawrence.â
âSo what. You like Jimmy Johnson.â
Missieâs face was turning beetroot red. She knew it. It was as hot as hell. Nobody was supposed to like Jimmy Johnson. Especially not the way she liked him. He was a ratbag. Everyone said so. He couldnât even read properly and Miss Martin was always ticking him off.
But heâd rescued her and sometimes when no-one was around, heâd walk a little way with her after school.
âYou should see your face,â Zill called.
It was a nasty little tease but at least she was heading back along the log. So long as Missie kept moving, Zillâd follow. A bit like Mary and her lamb.
âYou donât even know Lawrence,â she said. Already her face was feeling more like its usual colour. âNot much point liking him if you donât even know him.â
âWell, do you know him then?â
Missie kept going until she stood beside the road. Every car that went past was a good reason not to be here. Her motherâd know about it quick smart if she was seen. Better then to head off the other way. Down to the old wharf. Thereâd be a way across from there.
Well, do you?â Zilla clattered up behind her. She stooped to straighten her
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