Page 41 of The Long Way Home

“Right?” scowls Bridget.

“Great boobs though,” Gus says, walking out my door. “See you in a bit.”

Taurs looks over at my sister. “What are you standing here for? Go on. Go pack.” She shoves Bridget towards the door.

“And get changed,” she calls after her. “They’ll never let you in first class in those pyjama pants.”

Bridget looks down at herself then back up to Taura, frowning. “These are just my pants.”

“Oh.” Taura grimaces. “Then don’t pack. We’ll just buy you a new wardrobe in Paris.”

BJ

11:33am

Who knows?

No one.

Just you.

Okay

I probably don’t want anyone else knowing either

No one will.

Thanks x

Does Jordan know?

Just you, Parks

Okay.

I’m so sorry Beej

I’m so so sorry.

I’m okay, Parks.

I’m good now. X