âDonât worry about Cass. Sheâs made of stern stuff. And she always gets a little upset after talking on the phone to her dad. I mean, itâs great he rings. But every night? Iâm not sure itâs helpful, but I donât know how to tell him.â
âItâs not that,â Mum says. âWe upset her. Me and Holly.â
âItâs been upsetting for everyone.â
I agree.
âOh, dear!â Mumâs voice rises sharply. âNo one has eaten. You must be starving. And poor Cass.â
Never mind Holly , I think. I donât count anymore. Aunty Fern and Cassie are the ones who count. My anger starts to flare again and I miss part of what Fern says next.
â. . . all the excitement, food hasnât crossed my mind.â
âYou think Iâve been too hard on her, donât you?â
This is what I have been waiting for. I go to pull back my hair from my left ear and then realise that I donât have long hair anymore. I lean slightly closer towards the kitchen. There is a pause and then Fernâs voice is calm and quiet.
âDo you remember getting that tattoo, sis?â
Mumâs tattoo? What has that got to do with anything?
âOh, Fern, donât remind me,â says Mum.
âWhat did it say originally?â
The kitchen is quiet. The clock ticks.
âRoss,â says Mum. âUnder the rose it said âRossâ. How embarrassing! Do you remember Ross?â
âHow could I forget him? Tall, good-looking, athletic.â
âYes. I was so in love with him.â
Iâve never heard of this guy.
âI talked him into it. We went to the tattoo parlour together. He had âIvyâ tattooed on his arm, beneath this horrible vine that was supposed to represent me, I guess. And I went for a rose. I should have just had a thorn. When I think back to how many other girls he was juggling at that time, Iâm surprised there was room on his biceps for me. By now, he wonât have an inch of spare skin.â
They laugh. I groan.
âHow old were you?â
âSixteen. He broke my heart. And I had to go back and get âRossâ changed to âRoseâ.â
âYes,â says Fern.
This is getting interesting after all. There is a long pause before Mum speaks again.
âI understand now,â she says. âI see what youâre up to.â
âMum was so angry,â says Aunty Fern. âShe didnât speak to you for a month. She even went round to Rossâs house and gave him a piece of her mind. After that, the tattoo parlour. That huge guy who used to run it. One hundred and forty kilos of tattooed blubber sitting there like a kid whoâd just been caught stealing a lollipop from the corner shop. Reduced him to tears. Boy, after that heâd ask for ID from his own grandmother.â
âShe was fierce, our mum.â
âAnd you, throughout it all, saying, âBut I love him, Mum. Iâm not a kid anymore. I love him.ââ
âI was an idiot.â
âYou were sixteen and in love. You wanted to be a grown-up woman, and Mum was saying you were just a kid.â
âShe was right.â
âMaybe she was. But that didnât alter your behaviour then, did it? You didnât suddenly go, âHey, youâre right. Iâm a child.â You were trying on adulthood for size, seeing what it felt like in different clothes. We all did that, sis. In our own way. And thatâs what Hollyâs doing now. At least her haircut will grow out, which is more than can be said for your tattoo.â
Woohoo, I think. Letâs hear it for Aunty Fern.
âI hate you sometimes,â says Mum.
âThatâs because Iâm always right.â
Thereâs a rumble as a chair is pushed back. I take a step or two towards my room and then pause. I can hear the tap running. The tea cups clink in the sink. When the sound of running water stops I
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