She wraps herself like a blanket around Baby, shoves her thumb into her mouth again, and she thinks Mummy wouldn’t care, that it would be one of those times when she would be allowed to have it in her mouth. She thinks she will strangle Baby, she holds her so tight. But Baby doesn’t complain. Baby would suck her thumb too, if she could.
Curtains cover the windows, like Mummy’s room, except instead of being cool with the air-conditioner, the air is like hot bath water, and she can hardly breathe at all.
When she hears him walking back in the room, her heart thumps faster. He sits on the floor in front of her, his legs crossed. His shorts are too big for his skinny legs and Bree-Anna can see the hairy white inside bits of his body.
‘I am not going to hurt you,’ he says. Bits of egg sandwi
