‘What about the rest of ‘em?’ She couldn’t expect Stevie to look after the baby and all of the kids. ‘Jenny’ll be hungry for lunch. There’s chicken nuggets in the freezer. Elsie can have some, too.’
‘Michelle’s already put ‘em on. They’ll be ready in five.’
‘What’s Michelle doin’ home? She should be at school!’ Michelle was the next youngest down from Stevie. She was fourteen to his sixteen years. And they were both looking after a nine month old baby and a two and three year old. It was a hard juggle for her let alone two teenagers. Guilt gnawed a deep hole in her gut. ‘What about Danny. Did ‘e get to school? And Hanna?’
‘Relax, Sal. It’s Saturday! No way I’d be goin’ to school today!’
Sally’s mind tumbled through the days. Sometimes they were just a blur of chores and children, and s
