NOLAN
Uh…what fight?" I wondered aloud.
And I remembered. My goodness. Some two days ago, Mum mentioned that we—all her kids—would have to fight because she needed to know which one of us was strong enough to "stand up for our family". Her reason behind this was that, in the event of her death, another Carruther would take over; Mum still wanted our family to have some say in the decision-making of the town, and somehow, being stupid strong was an appreciated trait amongst my kind.
"Mum, is this really necessary?" I asked, a quizzical expression on my face. "We've not even gone to all the houses yet. No, I'm being honest. Let's concentrate on getting you healthy…."
Mum clicked her tongue, turning but not paying any attention to me, "There's no making me healthy until we catch the bloo
