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“Hey, Izzy, what do you think?”

I bent over my little sister, who was propped up on the sofa, to show her my best bindi. It’s kind of tear-drop shaped and purple-coloured round the outside with gold and black in the middle. It was Saturday afternoon, and I was waiting for the rest of the Sleepover Club, plus Asha, to arrive.

Izzy grinned and gurgled and tried to grab the bindi off my forehead. I could still hardly believe I’d got a sister after all this time. I mean, I kept going on and on to my parents about having another baby, and they always said no, then all of a sudden, it happened! Why are parents always so annoying like that? Still, at least the baby was a girl – I wouldn’t have liked a whole load of smelly old brothers like Lyndz.

“Be careful, Frankie,” my mum said, coming in from the kitchen. “Keep those bindis away from Izzy, or she might put them in her mouth.”

“Don’t worry, I will!” I said. I moved away from Izzy and she immediately began to bawl. My dad says she’s got the Thomas lungs all right – my mum and dad are both lawyers, and we can all talk for England.

“So what’s Asha like?” my mum asked, picking Izzy up and rocking her.

“She’s cool!” I said enthusiastically. “But her mum says she mustn’t get into any trouble while she’s in England or she’ll get sent to boarding school when she gets home.”

My mum rolled her eyes. “So has anyone warned her about the Sleepover Club?”

“Oh, Mum!” I said with dignity. “We promised Asha we’d look out for her and keep her out of trouble!”

“This I’ve got to see!” my mum muttered as the doorbell rang, and I charged down the hall to the front door.

Fliss, Lyndz and Rosie were outside with their sleepover bags.

“Hi!” I said. “Come in.”

“Are Asha and Kenny here yet?” Fliss asked eagerly. She was just dying to get her hands on Asha’s collection of bindis and bangles!

“Not yet,” I said. But just as I was about to close the door, Dr McKenzie’s car drew up, and Asha and Kenny dived out.

“They’re here!” Fliss squealed.

Asha and Kenny got their sleepover bags out of the car. Then another bag appeared. Then another. And another. In fact, there were so many carrier bags stuffed full with something or other, that Dr McKenzie had to help Kenny and Asha carry them up the path!

“What’s all this?” I asked, staring at the bags.

Asha shrugged. “I’ve brought some dressing-up clothes,” she said. “And some Indian jewellery and some bindis – oh, and some henna so I can do some mehndi patterns for you.”

“What?” Rosie asked.