Chapter Nine
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A fresh start is over quicker than a sunrise.
We moved a few weeks later.
The thought of moving so soon after having a baby didn’t thrill me, but Steven was ecstatic. I guess he was fed up with Mum bounding in unannounced and obsessing about Baby Bea.
Helen, George, and friends from the belly dancing class helped, including my teacher Nefertiti, or “Neff,” as we all called her.
Mum watched us empty the bedsit from the window.
I thought she would put up a fight, but she didn’t. Instead, she, who hates cooking, packed a snack for all and arrived late in the day when the house was full of boxes.
It was already dark by the time she wheeled herself in, and as she dumped her sandwiches and whisky on the kitchen table, I looked out the window at the forest.
The dark sha
