Girls’ Brigade was about what you’d expect.  Natalie had two points taken off because she wasn’t wearing the shirt that went with her uniform (Mum had forgotten to put it in the wash yesterday, but the one she was wearing looked almost exactly the same).  They had marching practice, where they had to bring their knees up to their stomachs, which no-one could actually do for more than three or four steps, which made Natalie suspect that it was all just a practical joke the adults were playing on them.  They sat in a circle, singing the songs from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, because they were going to put on a production of it sometime before Christmas.  And the whole time, the whole two hours in that little, echoey church hall, Natalie got more and more nervous.  That walk home was looming in the future, moving closer and closer.  The walk home without any adults, with only Andrea to protect them, outside where Mr Miacca could pounce on them at any moment.  Even if Andrea was old enough not to get eaten herself, was she old enough to keep him away?  Natalie just didn’t know.  And as the seconds ticked by, she just got sicker and sicker.

Finally, it was all over.  The songs had all been sung, the Bible stories had all been told, and a small group of parents had started to gather in between the door and the front table.  Time for Natalie to find her sisters and face whatever was going to happen next.

It took her a few minutes to find Stephanie, who’d crawled under a stack of chairs just to see what she could find.  “Come on out, Steph,” said Natalie, poking her back with her plimsole, “Andrea’s taking us home tonight, remember.  We need to go and find her.”

Steph backed up enough to smile at her.  “There’s loads of chewing gum under there!”

“There’s always loads of chewing gum under chairs.”  Natalie had never actually seen anyone chewing gum at Girl’s Brigade, but someone probably did.  Just very quietly.

Stephanie wriggled out, and Natalie spotted Andrea over by the door, talking to her friend Carla.  She took Stephanie’s hand and led her over.  “Hi Andrea!” said Natalie, “We’re ready to go!”

Andrea turned to look at Natalie over her shoulder.  “We.  Are.  Talking,” she snapped, and turned back to Carla.  Natalie shrugged and settled in for a bit of a wait.  Andrea and Carla couldn’t talk forever.  She glanced at the sign on the wall, the stony, bluish-grey thing that looked like it was supposed to be one of Moses’ tablets.  I promise to do my duty to God and the Queen.  Natalie had never understood that.  How were you supposed to do your duty to the Queen at a Girl’s Brigade meeting?  It wasn’t as if she ever showed up or anything.  Besides, the Captain and Lieutenant had never even mentioned her.  They were pretty clear about how you did your duty to God- be honest, help people in need, and sing a hymn now and then—but the Queen was a complete mystery.  If she ever came to check up on them, they’d be in big trouble.

Andrea and Carla began to wander towards the door, so Natalie took Stephanie’s hand and followed them.  They went out of the building, up the path, and along the pavement up to the traffic lights, and throughout it all, Andrea never once looked back.  For all she knew, Natalie and Steph might not even have been following her.  For all she knew, they might have snuck round the other side of the church to look for ghosts in the graveyard.

It was getting dark, but it wasn’t completely dark yet.  Natalie didn’t think that would make much of a difference to Mr Miacca, though.  By the sound of him, he could come along and capture you even if it was broad daylight.  Natalie glanced up and down the street.  It looked empty, apart from the four of them.  But maybe streets always looked empty, until it was too late.

They crossed the road and went up the next street.  Natalie didn’t recognise this route, but she wasn’t worried about that.  She was willing to trust Andrea.  Right up until Andrea turned right and headed up a garden path towards an unfamiliar house.

“What are we doing here?” asked Natalie.

Andrea glanced back at them.  “This is our friend Marina’s house,” she mumbled, then turned back to Carla.  “Do you think she’s got The Mask?”

“Dunno.  We’ll have to ask her.”

Natalie tried to calm herself down.  Andrea probably didn’t mean that they were going to go in and watch a whole film.  She probably just wanted to borrow the video and take it home.  And even if she did want to watch a film, at least that meant they’d be inside for the next hour or two, where Mr Miacca couldn’t get them.  By the time they finished watching it, Mum would probably be finished with her work thing, and she could pick them up after all.  Natalie didn’t like the idea of going into a strange house where she didn’t know anyone, but if it was what they had to do to stay out of Mr Miacca’s way, then she could put up with it.

Andrea’s friend Marina answered the door.  Natalie took a step sideways to get a look at her, but it was practically impossible.  She was wearing a hat and a jumper that were both too big for her, so all Natalie could see was wool and hair.  “Alright?” she said in a sleepy voice, “What do you want?”

“Andrea’s here,” said Carla, with a wicked little smile as if she was making a joke, “Are we going to watch The Mask?”

Marina scratched the side of her face.  She strained her neck, spotting Natalie and Steph behind Andrea and Carla.   “Who are these?” she asked.

Andrea glanced behind her.  “They can play in your living room while we’re watching it, right?”

Marina shook her head.  “Mum’s doing repairs in the living room.  She’d never let me have little kids in there.  Too dangerous.”

The three older girls went quiet and thoughtful.  From what Natalie could see, one of two things was about to happen.  Either Andrea would give up and take her and Steph home, or Marina would think of another room to abandon them in.  Silently, Natalie crossed her fingers and hoped for the first one.

After a moment or two, Marina shrugged her shoulders.  “Well, they can just play out here while we watch the film, right?”

Andrea looked worried.  “Well…”

Carla turned back towards Natalie and Steph.  “You can play out here for a bit, OK?  We won’t be long.”

Steph, unable to think of anything to say to that, gave Natalie a confused look.  “What?” said Natalie, “You’re just going to leave us out here?”

Andrea looked up and down the street.  “Look…  Look, it’s perfectly safe out here, alright?  You’re not stupid.  You know not to talk to strangers.  We won’t be long.”

“But you were supposed to take us home!”

“We.  Won’t.  Be.  Long.”  Andrea turned her back and went into the house.

Carla followed her in.  “Try not to play in the road!” she yelled with a laugh, before slamming the door behind her.

Natalie stared at the closed door, willing the older girls to open it and announce that it had all been a joke and of course they could come in.  But it didn’t happen.  The door stayed closed, and they stayed outside.  They were sitting ducks.

Stephanie gave her a worried look.  She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to- that was a What are we going to do? look if Natalie had ever seen one.  Natalie looked at the door again, and tried to think.

They could wait out here until Andrea and her friends finished watching the film… but the film was probably going to be more than an hour long.  Mr Miacca could have picked them off ten times over before Andrea came out.  And what if she didn’t come out at all?  What if they put on another video, and another, and left them out there all night?  Even if Mr Miacca didn’t come along, what would happen when they had to sleep, or go to the toilet?

They couldn’t stay out here and wait.  So what could they do?

Natalie looked from one end of the street to the other.  They were on a long, dark road, and anything- anything– could appear in the distance.  But it would probably get them a lot faster if they stayed still.

Alright, she didn’t know where Mr Miacca was.  Maybe if they went somewhere else, they’d run right into him.  But maybe if they were quick…

Natalie looked at Steph, and tried to swallow down the cold, tight feeling in her throat.  If Steph thought Natalie was scared, then she’d get scared too.  “Looks like we’re going to have to walk home by ourselves,” she said, taking her sister’s hand, “Come on.”

(To Be Continued)