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I huffed as I stood up and held my hand out to Maddy to help her up. “When I thought Home Ec would be a fuc–” I looked at Maddy and coughed awkwardly. “A breeze,” I amended.
Mum’s eyes widened as a smile tugged at her lips, and I frowned at her.
“Is Uncie Roman taking me to school?” Maddy asked.
Mum nodded. “That okay, Mads?”
She nodded and whipped a gorgeous smile on me. “Yeah. I like driving with him. He plays loud music.”
Now Mum frowned at me. “Appropriate, I hope?”
“No,” I told her. “It’s all death metal and alt punk. I set it to explicit only. Besides, she’s only been in my car once.”
“You’ve still got the car seat?”
“Fuck!” I sighed, then looked quickly at Maddy, feeling the guilt heavy on my face.
She only smiled and shook her head. “Now, you have to pay the fine. Miss Buckley and Mr Parrish say they have jars, and it can be for spending on anything! I think I want roller skates. And ice cream!”
Mum and I exchanged a look. Her face was worryingly mischievous. I shook my head, an open plea on my face. She grinned.
“Don’t you...” I muttered.
Mum’s grin widened. “That’s a great idea, Mads,” she said gleefully. “Why don’t we set it up tonight, and Roman can owe a dollar to it.”
I growled. “You can’t be serious?”
Mum’s joy would not be quashed. “I’m so serious.”
“Yay!” Maddy cried as she started skipping out of the house.
I glared at Mum as she bustled me out as well.
“She’s going to be good for you,” she chortled.
“She’s going to be…hell on my bank account.”
“That’s ‘nother dollar, Uncie Roman!” Maddy said, hovering at my car door.
“What?” I asked, looking to Mum for help.
She was trying not to laugh, bless her, but only just. “You have a good day, love,” she said to me.
I growled again. “Can I just buy her the roller skates?”
Mum shook her head. “That’s not how it works.”
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“Roman, I expect to see you in Room Six in fifteen minutes,” Mr Dunbridge said as I walked by his office.
I paused and shrugged dramatically at the vice principal. “Wouldn’t we all, sir. I’m afraid I have other plans.”
“It’s not a negotiation, Roman.”
“True. Otherwise, you’d be offering me something other than three hours of boredom on a Friday afternoon.”
“Would you rather a Saturday morning?”
