Shopaholic and Sister
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“Well… I’ll see you sometime,” she says. “Bye, Bex.”
“Bye!” I say, my throat suddenly thick.
Wait! I want to cry out. Don’t go!
But instead I put down the receiver and stare into space. At the other end of the flat I can hear Luke, Gary, and Jess all laughing about something. They’ve bonded with her great. It’s just me who hasn’t.
And I had such huge hopes. I was so excited about having a sister. But I’ve done everything I can think of, and it’s all failed. Jess and I are never going to be friends. Not in a million years.
WEST CUMBRIA BANK
45 STERNDALE STREET
COGGENTHWAITE
CUMBRIA
Ms Jessica Bertram
12 Hill Rise
Scully
Cumbria CA19 1BD
16 May 2003
Dear Ms Bertram:
Thank you for your letter.
Having gone through your accounts in great detail I can only concur that there is a discrepancy of 73 pence.
I am deeply sorry for this error by the bank and have credited your savings account by this amount, back-dated three months. I have also, as you request, added the missing interest.
May I take this opportunity to commend you yet again on your meticulous and thoughtful approach to your finances.
On a personal note, I look forward to seeing you at the upcoming Prudent Savers’ Group cheese and wine evening, at which our head of personal accounts will be giving the keynote address “Retightening the Purse Strings.”
Yours sincerely,
Howard Shawcross
Customer Account Manager
Fourteen
I WAKE UP the next morning with a splitting headache, which could have something to do with the fact that I polished off an entire bottle of champagne myself last night, plus one and a half trays of chocolates. Meanwhile, Jess, Luke, and Gary spent hours around the computer. Even when I took them in some pizza, they barely looked up. So I just watched the whole of Pretty Woman and then half of Four Weddings and a Funeral, before going to bed on my own.
As I blearily put on a dressing gown, Luke is already showered and dressed in the “casual weekend” clothes he wears when he’s actually going to spend the whole time in the office.
“What time did you finish last night?” I ask, my throat all hoarse and croaky.
“Not till late.” Luke shakes his head. “Once we started discussing it, we couldn’t stop. Jess had a lot of ideas.”
“Right!” I try to sound enthusiastic.
“You know, I take it back about her,” he adds, tying up his shoelaces. “Your sister’s got a lot going for her. She couldn’t have been more helpful last night. She certainly knows her way around a computer!”
“Really?”
“Oh yes. She’s great!” He stands up and gives me a kiss. “You were right. I’m very glad you invited her for the weekend.”
“Me too!” I say, forcing a bright smile. “We’re all having so much fun!”
I shuffle into the kitchen, where Jess is sitting at the counter in her jeans and a T-shirt, with a glass of water.
Cleverclogs. I expect she’ll split the atom this morning. In between sit-ups.
“Morning,” she says.
“Morning!” I say in my most pleasant, good-hostess manner.
I was rereading The Gracious Hostess last night, and it says that even if your guest is annoying you, you must behave with charm and decorum.
Well, fine. I can be charming. I can be decorative.
“Did you sleep well? Let me get you some breakfast!”
I open the fridge and get out the freshly squeezed orange, grapefruit, and cranberry juices. I reach into the bread bin and pull out some seeded granary bread, croissants, and muffins. Then I start rooting around in the cupboards for jams. Three kinds of luxury marmalade, strawberry jam with champagne, wild blossom honey… and Belgian chocolate spread. Finally I get down a range of luxury coffees and teas to choose from. There. No one’s going to say I don’t give my guests a good breakfast.
I’m aware of Jess watching my every move, and as I turn round she’s got a strange expression on her face.
“What?” I say. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she says awkwardly. She folds her napkin into little squares. “Luke told me last night. About your… problem.”
“My what?”
“Your spending.”
I try to hide my dismay. He did, did he?
“I don’t have a problem,” I say, flashing her a smile. “He was exaggerating.”
“He said you’re on a budget.” Jess looks concerned. “It sounds like money’s a bit tight at the moment.”
“That’s right,” I say pleasantly. Not that it’s any of your business, I think. I can’t believe Luke’s been blabbing everything to her.
“Bye!” I say, my throat suddenly thick.
Wait! I want to cry out. Don’t go!
But instead I put down the receiver and stare into space. At the other end of the flat I can hear Luke, Gary, and Jess all laughing about something. They’ve bonded with her great. It’s just me who hasn’t.
And I had such huge hopes. I was so excited about having a sister. But I’ve done everything I can think of, and it’s all failed. Jess and I are never going to be friends. Not in a million years.
WEST CUMBRIA BANK
45 STERNDALE STREET
COGGENTHWAITE
CUMBRIA
Ms Jessica Bertram
12 Hill Rise
Scully
Cumbria CA19 1BD
16 May 2003
Dear Ms Bertram:
Thank you for your letter.
Having gone through your accounts in great detail I can only concur that there is a discrepancy of 73 pence.
I am deeply sorry for this error by the bank and have credited your savings account by this amount, back-dated three months. I have also, as you request, added the missing interest.
May I take this opportunity to commend you yet again on your meticulous and thoughtful approach to your finances.
On a personal note, I look forward to seeing you at the upcoming Prudent Savers’ Group cheese and wine evening, at which our head of personal accounts will be giving the keynote address “Retightening the Purse Strings.”
Yours sincerely,
Howard Shawcross
Customer Account Manager
Fourteen
I WAKE UP the next morning with a splitting headache, which could have something to do with the fact that I polished off an entire bottle of champagne myself last night, plus one and a half trays of chocolates. Meanwhile, Jess, Luke, and Gary spent hours around the computer. Even when I took them in some pizza, they barely looked up. So I just watched the whole of Pretty Woman and then half of Four Weddings and a Funeral, before going to bed on my own.
As I blearily put on a dressing gown, Luke is already showered and dressed in the “casual weekend” clothes he wears when he’s actually going to spend the whole time in the office.
“What time did you finish last night?” I ask, my throat all hoarse and croaky.
“Not till late.” Luke shakes his head. “Once we started discussing it, we couldn’t stop. Jess had a lot of ideas.”
“Right!” I try to sound enthusiastic.
“You know, I take it back about her,” he adds, tying up his shoelaces. “Your sister’s got a lot going for her. She couldn’t have been more helpful last night. She certainly knows her way around a computer!”
“Really?”
“Oh yes. She’s great!” He stands up and gives me a kiss. “You were right. I’m very glad you invited her for the weekend.”
“Me too!” I say, forcing a bright smile. “We’re all having so much fun!”
I shuffle into the kitchen, where Jess is sitting at the counter in her jeans and a T-shirt, with a glass of water.
Cleverclogs. I expect she’ll split the atom this morning. In between sit-ups.
“Morning,” she says.
“Morning!” I say in my most pleasant, good-hostess manner.
I was rereading The Gracious Hostess last night, and it says that even if your guest is annoying you, you must behave with charm and decorum.
Well, fine. I can be charming. I can be decorative.
“Did you sleep well? Let me get you some breakfast!”
I open the fridge and get out the freshly squeezed orange, grapefruit, and cranberry juices. I reach into the bread bin and pull out some seeded granary bread, croissants, and muffins. Then I start rooting around in the cupboards for jams. Three kinds of luxury marmalade, strawberry jam with champagne, wild blossom honey… and Belgian chocolate spread. Finally I get down a range of luxury coffees and teas to choose from. There. No one’s going to say I don’t give my guests a good breakfast.
I’m aware of Jess watching my every move, and as I turn round she’s got a strange expression on her face.
“What?” I say. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she says awkwardly. She folds her napkin into little squares. “Luke told me last night. About your… problem.”
“My what?”
“Your spending.”
I try to hide my dismay. He did, did he?
“I don’t have a problem,” I say, flashing her a smile. “He was exaggerating.”
“He said you’re on a budget.” Jess looks concerned. “It sounds like money’s a bit tight at the moment.”
“That’s right,” I say pleasantly. Not that it’s any of your business, I think. I can’t believe Luke’s been blabbing everything to her.
