CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Unfair“Deleilah! Up!” Hector pushed her bedroom door open and peered inside. A worn electric razor waved in his hand, cord dangling and the detachable head held on with black duct tape. “School.”
“Hector! Get out!” She pulled the covers over her head and felt a draught as the action exposed her bare toes.
“Get up then. I’m going for a shave.” Hector’s footsteps retreated along the hall and Leilah heard the clunk of the razor’s plug sinking into the socket in the kitchen. The one in the bathroom stopped working years ago. Hauling a dressing gown over her b*a and pants, she stumbled to the bathroom and closed the door, stripping and stepping into the rusty tub. A beach towel nailed to the ceiling created a makeshift curtain and Leilah used the rubber attachment on the b
