“Stop right there!” Libby hated this sort of nonsense and she hated it even more for upsetting her twin. “Alice Hunter, there’s no science behind tarot cards or tea leaf readings. Those people listen and ask you questions based on what you say and what you need to hear.”

Alice bristled. “Explain this then. I didn’t tell Tansy Donovan I was sick, because I didn’t know. But she predicted this months ago. Anyway, why would I want to be told I was sick!”

“Sick?” Libby scanned her twin’s healthy complexion. “You’re not sick. What are you talking about?”

Alice pulled some creased papers out of her bag and shoved them at her. “I’ve got … p-p-premature ovarian insuff—My eggs are stuffed! I can’t ever have a b-baby.”

As Alice sobbed quietly, Libby’s gaze frantically sought the three most important results on the page. She rechecked them—the high follicle stimulating hormone level, the low estradiol and the normal thyroid function. Her heart sank.

“Oh, Alice. I’m so sorry. I—” Her eyes landed on Alice’s blood type. “Hang on. This is wrong. It says here you’re B positive.”

Alice blew her nose. “Is that bad too?”

“No, it’s just wrong.”

“How do you know?”

“Honestly, Alice! How do you not remember your blood group?”

“Honestly, Libby! How do you not remember that cerise is reddish pink? Oh, right, it’s because it’s not important to you. I don’t need to know my blood group.”

Libby didn’t agree, but for the sake of not arguing she got to the point. “I’m A positive and so are Mom and Dad. It means you can’t be B positive.”

Alice’s hand shot out and gripped Libby’s wrist. “Are you saying these aren’t my test results?”

“No. I’m saying sometimes mistakes are made. Keying in errors. Maybe the lab technician got distracted and typed in the wrong blood group. And if that happened, we’re going to have to report it, because if you’d been about to get a blood transfusion, a mistake like this could kill you.”

“They must be someone else’s results. I told Lacey Chu I still get periods,” Alice said triumphantly. “So, what do I do? Last time it took ages to get a second appointment with her.”

“I’ll write you a slip for the same tests.”

Alice was already scrambling to her feet. “Can you do it now? Please?”

Libby checked the time. “I’ve got my bag in the car so I’ll take your blood and phone the courier. You’ll just have enough time to catch him.”

“Thank you! When will you get the results?”

“Usually by this time tomorrow. I’ll call you.”

“It will be good news,” Alice said firmly. Defiantly.

“Al, wait. Don’t get your hopes up when the only mistake might be your blood type.”