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Writing with a headache is hard. (Trust me, I know.) The best-selling girls' authoress, Josephine M. Bettany, known to us as Joey Maynard, knows even better.

In the brightly lit study, she laid down her pen. Her latest book, The Crimes of the Outlaws, which she was basing on the many hair-raising doings of her daughter, Cecil and her friends, John (who's a girl) and Ellie Maddox, who formed a band called the Outlaws, lay on the desk. The first page, with the dedication, lay on top. It read For my dear daughter Cecil and her friends John and Ellie, the original Outlaws.

She looked outside. The pouring, drizzly rain which had confined the occupants of Die Blumen to the house had stopped and Joey decided that nothing would clear her head more than a walk.

The said walk worked out miraculously and she was able to clearly organise in her head a chapter about a game known as "mountaineering", which was the latest craze between the three and therefore in the book as well.

At last, returning from her walk, she found that she was feeling rather peckish. Taking off her coat and hat, she slipped into Anna's larder, a forbidden Eden for her. She found some cold ham and a pie, and with a cup of coffee, she made a good meal.

Turning to go before Anna found her, her foot found one of her slippery footprints from earlier and, the wet sole against the wet tile, she skidded, then went over, banging her head sharply on the corner of the table. As the back of her already banged skull found the bright tiles, Joey knew no more.

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