be free to fetch the bag of food, find some clothes, and take them all over to the crest of the Lane without anyone noticing.
âWhat about Rory?â Laurel says.
Heâs not sure heâs ever hated anyone as much as he hates Laurel right then.
âGathering,â Missus Shark says. âThat storm will have stirred things up. Brought down a lot of cones too.â She looks around the room. There are murmurs of agreement. âIn the Borough Farm woods. Connie wouldnât mind that.â Everyone looks at Kate, who nods.
âLook for mushrooms too,â Fi says. âThe woods are full of them.â
âEurgh,â Pink says. âHeâll get the wrong ones and poison everyone.â
âYou know which ones, Rory, donât you?â
ââCourse.â
âGet them all,â Missus Shark says. âNo need for separate bags. Iâll sort them out for you.â
Itâs not too bad, actually. Heâll be by himself, which is the main thing, and in the woods, which means heâll be hidden and no one else should be working anywhere nearby. He can sneak off and no one will know.
âPink should go with him,â Laurel says. âSheâs a good forager.â
If he could kill Laurel by looking at her, sheâd be dead.
âGood idea,â Kate says, and because Kate says it thatâs that. He barely hears another word. Pinkâs jabbering about something, he doesnât know what. Heâs sick with dread. He can almost feel the strangerâs hands on his throat. Whatâs he going to do, whatâs he going to do? His motherâs coming back soon too and then heâll never have a moment to himself. Since Ol died sheâs been weird about keeping an eye on him all the time, and sheâll have a hundred other jobs for him to do, mopping, weeding, going up the ladder to do the gutters, or just the endless exhausting labor of lugging water around. Missus Shark loads him up with bags and instructions, and Viola adds moreââStay in the woods around Borough Farm, all right? Rory? Nowhere elseââand wherever he goes Pink wonât stand more than two feet away from him. Heâs in such a state that heâs dressed and out the door before he remembers the bag in the cellar.
He stops dead, staring at Pink.
âI forgot something.â
Pinkâs already cross with him for not listening. âWhat?â
âSomething. Wait here.â
Pink follows him inside, pink wellies scuttling. âWhere are you going?â
âI said wait here!â
âI wonât!â she shouts back. He pushes her but she just pushes back. Sheâs got a much older sister, sheâs used to asserting herself and refusing to be left out.
âIâm only getting something from inside.â
âWhat is it?â
âNone of your business.â
âIs it a secret?â
ââCourse it isnât a secret, stupid.â
Pink dances along behind him, skipping away each time he rounds on her and tries to shove her back. âYouâve got a secret! Youâre acting funny. Iâm coming too.â
âNo you arenât.â
âShow me. I promise I wonât tell.â
Rory may only be ten but he knows enough about people to be quite sure that anything Pink promises not to repeat will be common knowledge before sunset. Short of hurting her, though, he doesnât see what he can do. âItâs only some food.â
She looks disappointed. âWhy canât I come with you, then?â
Itâs always hopeless trying to argue with Pink. Sheâs a Brat, Laurel always says so. Without another word he stamps downstairs and collects the bag from the larder cellar.
âWhatâs in there?â
âI told you, food.â
âWhoâs it for?â
âShut up. Idiot.â
She really is disappointed, though, and sheâs lost interest in needling him.