Chapters (48)
- Cover
- Praise
- About the Author
- Also by Tricia Stringer
- Title Page
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgements
- Excerpt
- One
“I heard something about it while we were in town,” Bree said. “They’re looking for people to do things.’
“Like what?” Laura asked.
“I think they’ve got pony rides and face painting covered,” Paul said. “And they’re trying to organise some kind of fashion parade and an auction.”
“Is it to raise money?” Kate asked.
“I guess,” Paul said. “There was some mention of pamper packs. And I think funds will go to the McGrath Foundation or the wig library or those places country people stay at in the city when they have their treatment. There’s no end of places to send money. Evidently there are a couple of other women in the district who are having treatment too. It’s meant to be as much about community support as fundraising, I think.”
“Perhaps I could do hair styling or manicures,” Laura said.
“When is it?” Bree asked.
“The middle weekend of the school holidays,” Paul said.
“I’ll be back at my place by then,” Kate said.
“And I’ll probably be in Marla,” Bree said. “You’ll have to make the King family contribution, Laura.”
“And Mum and Dad,” Laura said, her eyes round with worry. “They’ll be home by then, surely.”
“I can help you,” Paul said brightly. “I’ve been asked to join the committee and I’m a bit out of my depth. I don’t know much about nails and styles but you could cut my hair if you like.”
“I think the idea at these things is to get people to pay you to shave it all off,” Bree said.
Paul’s eyes blinked behind his glasses and he put a protective hand to his head.
“You could be my guinea pig.” Laura jiggled on her seat. “I could demonstrate cutting your hair and maybe con a few other guys into having theirs cut, with money going to the fundraiser.” She gave Bree a stern look. “A lot aren’t prepared to shave their head but they might have a trim or a style.”
“Or don’t some of them go for colour?” Kate asked.
They all looked to Laura. Her rainbow hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders tonight. It was fading but the strips of colour could still be seen.
She screwed up her nose. “I don’t fancy doing that in a tent. I’ll stick to nails and styling.”
Bree was pleased to see Kate smile along with her, even if it was at their sister’s expense.
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Thirty-Two