Chapter 12: “Don’t let this Jack kid get to you.”
“Chrissy-Chrissy-Chrissy-Chrissy!”
“Fu—Amy! Gerroff!”
She whined when Tav pulled the duvet up over his head, and then tiny six-year-old feet were in his ribs. “But Chrissy! It’s Christmas Day! It’s Christmas!”
“So?” Tav demanded grumpily.
“But Santa’s been!”
For a fleeting moment, Tav thought about breaking the bad news to her, but then he woke up a fraction more and grunted, shoving the pillows over his head to block her out. “So go tell Ian. Jesus, Amy, it’s too early.”
“Daddy’s asleep!”
Lucky f*****g Daddy. “So go wake him up. You know there’s no presents until Mam’s made breakfast.”
She gasped, with more theatrical aplomb than Luca in a sarcastic rant, and tore back out of his room in a flurry of blonde hair and pink pyjamas. T
