Like every Monday evening, Mum's going to her painting class. She's already in the stairwell, but before she shuts the door she shouts, "Be good, now, Raphaël and Coraline! And that applies to you too, big boy!" I'm Raphaël. Coraline is my little sister. She's two years old and as pretty as a princess. "Big boy" is Dad. On Mondays he cornes home from work earlier so he can look after us. The good thing about it is that we don't eat soup for dinner. Instead we make pasta in candy sauce. And we play pirates, and also at boxing and fighting. Tonight we're playing Star Wars, and we have no idea we're about to do the stupidest thing ever...
