‘Mad at you! But why? Because you’re fat?’
Hot tears collect in Bree-Anna’s eyes. ‘Maybe,’ she says, suddenly believing it.
‘Mmm,’ he replies, tipping a handful of lollies in his hand and shovelling them into his mouth.
Be brave. Ask. The more scared you are the harder it is to be brave. She never knew. Grandma lied to her. She has been lying to Baby. But she must ask. She takes a deep breath. ‘Can we ring Mummy?’
He chews on the lollies, his mouth wide open, the colours mixing into a gooey mess. Bree-Anna’s stomach stirs sicker. At last, he swallows with a thick gulp. Then he hangs over the edge of the bed and searches beneath it. He pulls out a tin pot with handles. ‘See this? Know what this is?’
She shakes her head.
‘It’s a chamber pot, stupid. You don’t even know what it is for,
