Mam didn’t work or have a job and would wear the baggy jamas with the very long sleeves over her hands all the time. Sometimes after school when Marti came home Mam would still be in the jamas and he would know she had had a day spent in bed or curled up on the sofa with the sadness Dad called the Black Dog.
Aunt Catrin said it was a trip up the hill was needed and wouldn’t that see an end to the days spent curled up with the sour puss. She said their brother Barry had left it too late to get himself up the hill. He was beyond the beyonds by the time they took him in, and look how he ended. Aunt Catrin said she wouldn’t suffer another indignity of the like and she would see the rest of her family laid to rest in consecrated ground for sure. It would be the Cabbage Farm for Mam soon enough
