"Who's this?" one of the boys prodded me with his finger.
"Ow!" I yelled in protest jumping from Peter's arms. "Stop it!" I scolded him.
Instead of apologising like I expected him to do, the boy stuck out his tongue at me.
"Lost Boys," Peter addressed them all, commanded instant attention. They all fell silent as they waited for Peter's words. "This is Maisie," he pointed at me, smiling broadly.
"She's a girl!" one of them began complaining, his face twisting into a frown.
"Yeah, why'd you bring a girl here?" another one moaned, throwing his hands across his chest.
"Hey! Now stop it!" Peter shouted. Immediately the Lost Boys grew silent, though none of them looked happy. "Maisie is here to be our mother."
"A mother? I don't need no mother!" the first boy shook his head vigourously and slumped on the floor.
"Oh but you do, we all do," Peter nodded his head. "Isn't that right, Maisie?"
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