Secret Pony Society by Janet Rising

Author:Janet Rising
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks, Inc.
Published: 2011-10-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

I thought we’d have some girly fun today,” said Skinny Lynny, smiling at me and my dad as she finished her coffee. “Pia and I will go shopping and get out of your hair, Paul—what’s left of it!”

I glanced at my dad. I hadn’t noticed, but he was going a bit thin on top. I bet he didn’t like that! My heart sank—not because of my dad’s disappearing hair, but because shopping with Skinny Lynny was last on my miniscule list of things I’d choose to do. Dad was all for it. He probably thought it would be a great bonding exercise.

I always have good intentions about being nice to Skinny Lynny, intentions which evaporate the moment I’m with her and her annoying little girl persona kicks in. I decided shopping might be the perfect opportunity to put those forgotten intentions into practice. A chance to check out the karma thing—you know, you get back what you put in, that sort of thing.

I’d managed to get a hold of Bean at about ten o’clock last night, and she’d confirmed Katy’s story about Jazz’s dad, making it sound even worse. There had been swearing, there had been threats. Bean was determined to visit Jazz again today, but she acknowledged that she needed to be extra careful. Meeting up with Jazz’s irate father was the last thing she wanted to do. I couldn’t help wondering whether Jazz’s curse was starting to work. It did sound like her father had gone totally crazy.

Sitting at the kitchen table eating cornflakes with my dad and Skinny Lynny, I wished I had Drummer to talk to. I felt so out of everything and anxious about Jazz and Bean and James and everything. Not Cat. I didn’t care much if Jazz’s dad chased her. And now I was going shopping. Whoop-de-doo. I thought we’d go to some big shopping mall, but it turned out that Skinny’s idea of shopping was very different to mine.

“We’ll go to Fairview,” she said as we got into her very red, very shiny car my dad had bought for her. The thought crossed my mind as to whether Skinny would be fed up with her car by the time I was old enough to drive. Would my dad pass it on to me? I could see me turning up at the yard to see to Drummer in that!

“There are some lovely shops in Fairview,” Skinny rambled on, oblivious to my plans for her wheels. Of course, I realized, the red number would probably be long gone by the time I reached seventeen. Skinny would upgrade.

With a tiny main street and lots of cafés and boutiques, Fairview was as picturesque as it was expensive. Skinny sailed into a boutique called Madelaine, trying on boots and sweaters and jackets with prices that would keep Drummer in hay all winter. And she kept holding things up against me and pushing me into changing rooms to try them on.

So I did. Well, wouldn’t you? I

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