really.â
âMe either,â he said, as his boots went clomp clomp on the boardwalk. Then he talked about the weather for a bit and I talked about how I wished Iâd brought a coat but pretty soon our conversation ground to a halt.
âDo you like fish?â he said suddenly.
âUm. Theyâre all right in batter. Not keen on tinned.â
Louis held up his phone and showed me his screen saver. It was a picture of a large fish tank. I recognised it as the big one from inside the Chinese fish restaurant in town. âThatâs the main tank at Fat Pangâs,â he told me. âIâm trying to convince my dad to get a bigger one for the reception area of our place.â
âYeah, Iâve seen it in there before. Itâs got sharks in, hasnât it?â
âYeah, tinker sharks,â he said as his boots clonked in time with my Mary Jane heels along the boardwalk. âTheyâre vegetarian ones.â
âOh right,â I nodded, trying so hard to be interested my brain was hurting.
âTheyâve just got in the most amazing shoal of samurai carp in it too.â He held out the phone to show me another picture. âDamian thinks Iâm sad. I love it. Iâd love to, like, live underwater or something. Iâd love it if humans could do that.â
âYeah,â I said, looking at a picture of some little blue and yellow fish nosing about in a clump of rocks. âItâs really . . . full of fish, isnât it?â
There was nowhere to go with the conversation. I wasnât interested in fish. Iâd had a couple of guppies once upon a time. We used to keep them in a tank in our kitchen. They werenât very friendly and the tank was such a pain to clean out. One of them flung itself into our waste disposal unit and got mangled to death.
âDo you want some?â he said, nodding towards his plate. âI got another fork.â
âNo thanks,â I said. âIâm watching my weight.â
âIâll never understand girls and weight,â he laughed. âIn the water, weâre all the same weight anyway. Whales can eat up to a tonne of fish every single day. They donât care how much they weigh.â
âAre you saying Iâm a whale?â I asked flatly.
âNo, no,â he said and our conversation came to another halt.
I sighed. âI was a chubby little girl and I donât want togo back there. I have to be strong about what I eat.â
âWhy?â said Louis. âYou were quite happy as a kid. I remember.â
âHow do you remember?â I snipped.
âCos I was at the same primary school as you, wasnât I? For a bit.â
I couldnât remember much about him from school. Quiet. Scruffy shoes. Peed his pants at Harvest Festival. They were the only memories I had. âDidnât you leave?â
âYeah. I had to in the end,â he said, but he didnât say why.
âAnd we didnât hang out, did we? So you canât remember me that well.â
He scooped up a forkful of pancake and ice cream and golloped it. âYou always used to hang out by yourself, eating sweets and collecting insects and stuff.â
âYeah,â I said, slightly cringing at the memory of my evil school enemy Jessica Runnybum throwing my favourite snail shell over the garden wall. And her friend Lucy Eggybreath crushing my ladybird under her stupid flat foot.
âI remember that day you found me in the boysâ toilets,â said Louis.
I stopped walking. âIâve never been in a boysâ toilets in my life.â
âYou did,â he said, chewing. âI was in the toilet, hiding . . .â
âWhy?â
âJust playing hide-and-seek,â he said. âAnd I was sitting up on a toilet seat and all of a sudden this thing camewhizzing under the cubicle door. Do you remember what it was?â I shook my head. âIt was a
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