Truly Tan Baffled

‘Mum,’ I say when it’s time for dessert, ‘can I take this apple crumble up to HQ? I’ve got a pile of work to get through. You know how it is. I’m under a lot of pressure.’ ‘It’s your turn to do the dishes!’ says Emerald. ‘Mum, this is a ploy. Tan’s trying to wriggle out of her chores. Again!’ ‘Am not!’ I say. ‘If you were half as smart as you think you are, you’d know that it’s not my turn. It’s, um, Dad’s turn.’ I point my finger at Dad. ‘Huh?’ says Dad. He’s sitting in the armchair by the wood stove, with E on his knee. ‘Is that right? My turn? Okay. Go on then, Tan. Take your pudding and scram.’ ‘Show me that roster,’ says Emerald, jumping out of her chair as I bolt out the door. I don’t think it was my turn. I’m fairly sure it was Dad’s. Maybe. I keepmy fingers crossed as I hurry up the ladder into HQ.

It is important that Secret Spies have all their files in order. This is why I have decided that tonight is the night to do some organising.There is amystery brewing and it is time to update

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