Kim and Sally woke up in a fractious mood. ‘Where’s Aunty Miriam?’ they cried in unison upon finding the couch empty and no sign of her in the house. They looked around. I looked around. But I knew she’d gone. Simon’s car was no longer parked outside. We all felt abandoned by her. Me most of all, as I was stuck having to appease two whining brats.
They refused to eat their breakfast because the milk was too warm and tasted funny. As did the tank water I gave them. The red cordial I’d brought over from Fred’s and poured into their glasses to obliterate the twang did nothing for their state of mind. They glared at me and screamed at each other. The situation spiralled into mayhem. Bits of doll’s house were being thrown about by the time Frankie called me on the short wave.
Frankie went on
