Mossie mossie mossie, oi oi oi!

Claire was a breath away from sleep when Vikki whispered, “Hear that?”

“Huh?” Claire groaned.

“There’s a f---in’ mozzie,” Vikki said, adding, “Can I turn the light on?”

Before Claire could reply, light filled the room.

“Jesus!” she said.

While she pulled a pillow over her face, Vikki stood on the mattress.

“Can you see it?” she asked.

“I can’t see a f---in’ thing,” Claire grumbled. “You’ve blinded me!” Irritated, Claire turned face down.

Meanwhile, Vikki, still as a sniper, scanned the room, murmuring, “Come to Mama …” Then she saw it.

On Claire’s back.

“Claire-Bear? Don’t … move …”

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