But-,” I said. “But what,” Jim asked. “I don't know,” I replied. “OK s*s. Well it's going on 5:00 now, is there anything you want for dinn...er,” Jim asked. “A frozen pizza, you want to share,” I asked. “Sure I can share with my s*s,” Jim replied. “Cool, can you preheat the oven,” I asked. “What am I, your slave,” Jim asked. “No, I didn't mean it like that Jim,” I replied. “Jen, really I was just k**ding. A brother can joke with his s*s right,” Jim asked. “Yes, I know you joking I just wanted to. ’ Tippi laughed and I couldn’t help doing the same. I’d always liked Tippi in a detached sort of way. She was not, after all, Jess and nor, so far as I had known, a lesbian. Maybe she is bisexual. ‘Will she be there?’ ‘I asked her but she’s away.’ Relief. I still loved Jess and knew if she’d been there I’d have been unhappy, even though we’d spoken since her hen night and all seemed well. ‘OK - I’ll come.’ ‘Great. See you then – 8.30 ish and bring a bottle of something you like.’ The only. I wasn’t sure how sincere she was about that.“If you’d like the ten-pence tour, June could show you round...” She nodded. I turned to June. “Do you need to eat before we leave? There’s time...”“No, I’m fine, thanks. Big breakfast.” She turned to her aunt. “Come and look, Auntie.”They were below for several minutes and I could hear the muttering of conversation, but I couldn’t make any of it out until as June was emerging from the cabin, she said, “It’s called ‘hot-bunking’, Auntie. One of us. "I think you are going overboard just a little bit," Jamie said. "Anyway, I thought that it was you who said she probably would not freak out." Well, she probably won't, but she might!" Becky said. "How do we handle it if she does?"I broke in at this point and said, "Look girls, I know you like Jill a lot and respect her opinion. So do I. But you have to decide if her opinion means more to you than yours do. You already know what your opinion is; otherwise you would not be here in bed with me..