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Frank ran all the way back to his flat. He crouched down at the front door, and looked through the letterbox. It was dark, but he could hear Auntie Flip snoring loudly.

So the boy quickly opened the door and darted along the corridor to his bedroom. In a hurry, Frank leaped on to his Lilo and burst it.

CATASTROPHE!

The noise woke up Auntie Flip, and she came charging through the door.

“IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT?” she bawled. “I HEARD A ”

Frank pretended to be asleep.

That did not deter Auntie Flip. The lady shouted again, this time right in his ear.

“FRANKIE?”

Still the boy kept his eyes closed.

Now the woman began patting him on the cheeks a bit too hard for Frank to keep pretending to be asleep.

Now the pats became slaps.

Just then Dad entered through the front door, and called out, “Sorry I’m so late, Auntie Flip!”

“That’s all right,” the boy heard her say. “Frank’s been sleeping like a baby all night.”

“Has he indeed?” Dad had a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Oh yes. He’s been no trouble at all.”

“Thank you. I will need you to babysit on Saturday, please.”

“It would be a pleasure, Gilbert. I will see you then.”

“Thank you, Auntie Flip. Goodnight.”

Frank heard the door close, but kept pretending to be asleep. Dad was not fooled. He’d seen his son moments ago hiding behind a bin. Now they had some serious talking to do.