Madison seemed to realise that she’d gone too far. She shrunk back into her chair and hunched her shoulders. “Yeah, well – am just sayin’ – it’d be nice if someone did somethin’ fer us, too. I don’t get politics, me – i’s jus’ people on TV shouting at each other most o’ the time but – but if Victoria’s gonna do somefin’ for us this time, then – then yeah, she should. Be a – an MP, or whatever you’re gonna be.”
The silence that met her impromptu speech was palpable. Victoria seemed genuinely moved, the first hints of tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Hilda smiled at Madison, an expression of genuine warmth and affection spreading across her face as she reached out to rest a hand on the young mum’s knee. Constantine bristled in his seat, obviously itching to correct Madison’s misunde
