looks stunned.
“What are you doing back so soon?” he says, hurrying over to the car. “Is anything wrong?”
“Everything’s fine!” I say. My brain still feels like it’s short-circuited. “We were just… quicker than I thought we’d be.”
“Thanks,” says Jess, getting out.
“It was a pleasure.”
As Jess heads toward Dad, Luke gets into the car beside me and closes the door.
“Becky, are you OK?”
“I’m… fine. I think.”
I can’t quite get my head round the day. My mind keeps replaying the way I fantasized it would be. The two of us sauntering along, swinging our bags, laughing happily… trying on each other’s things… buying each other friendship bracelets… calling each other by little nicknames…
“So? How was it?”
“It was…” I force a bright smile. “It was really good fun. We both had a great time.”
“What did you buy?”
“A couple of tops… a really nice skirt… some shoes…”
“Mmm-hmm.” Luke nods. “And what did Jess buy?”
For a moment I can’t speak.
“Nothing,” I whisper at last.
“Oh, Becky.” Luke sighs and puts his arm round me. “I know you wanted to find a soul mate. I know you wanted Jess to be your new best friend. But maybe you’ll have to accept that you’re just… too different.”
“We’re not too different,” I say stubbornly. “We’re sisters.”
“Sweetheart, it’s OK,” says Luke. “You can admit it if you don’t get along. No one will think you’ve failed.”
Failed?
“We do get along!” I say, stung. “We do! We just need to find a bit more… common ground. So she doesn’t like shopping. But that doesn’t matter! I like things other than shopping!”
Luke is shaking his head.
“Accept it. You’re different people and there’s no reason why you should get on.”
“But we’ve got the same blood! We can’t be that different! We can’t be!”
“Becky—”
“I’m not going to give up, just like that! This is my long-lost sister we’re talking about!”
“Sweetheart—”
I cut him off. “I know we can be friends. I know we can.”
With sudden determination I wrench open the car door and get out.
“Hey, Jess!” I call, hurrying across the lawn. “After your conference, do you want to come and stay for the weekend? I promise we’ll have a good time.”
“That’s a nice idea, love!” says Dad, his face lighting up.
“I’m not sure,” says Jess. “I really have to get back home… ”
“Please. Just one weekend. We don’t need to go shopping!” The words come tumbling out of me. “It won’t be like today. We can do whatever you like. Just have a really low-key, easy time. What do you think?”
My fingers are twisting into knots. Jess glances at Dad’s hopeful face.
“OK,” she says at last. “That would be nice. Thanks.”
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