realised how Jane Austen my parents had been.
âDistance Ed,â I mulled this idea over. It would mean Iâd get to stay here, holed up in this sanctuary â away from the hate of the wider community. No idea had ever felt so appealing in my life.
âIâll make some calls tomorrow,â Aunty Jane said. âAs for tomorrow, weâve got a few things to do. You need to learn the public transport system â so youâre not a prisoner in this house.â
âI donât mind being a prisoner,â I said.
âYes, well, I still want you to be a teenager â you still need to get out and about.â
Later in bed I thought over the last twenty-four hours. So much had happened, and for the first time in ages it had been positive. I felt a glimmer of hope â I might actually get through this ordeal. But as for getting out and about, where would I go, and who with?
In the morning I awoke disoriented. I sat up in bed and gazed around as I slowly remembered where I was. I stepped out and walked to the main house. The back door was open, but the house was emptyand the kitchen looked like every dish and piece of cutlery had been used. There were crumbs over the bench, on the floor, even on the dog. I was wiping the last plate up when Aunty Jane walked in the front door.
âMorning,â she said offering me a takeaway coffee. She looked at the kitchen in astonishment. âGranite benchtops!â she exclaimed loudly. âWhoâd have thought under all that crap there was granite!â
I laughed and hung the tea towel on the hook.
âSeriously, Jazz, youâre not here as the hired help. We have a roster in place. Itâs community work.â
âI have to be allowed to help,â I held my hands up at her protestations. âOtherwise I wonât feel like I really belong here.â And already, so quickly, there was nowhere else in the world that I wanted to belong more than here, in this house, with these crazy and alive people. It was so much better than living in a mausoleum. âAnd besides,â I said stealing her line, âyou wouldnât want to take away the thrill I get out of doing this for you. It would be rude.â
Aunty Jane laughed, a really loud laugh. âJazz, that isnât going to be a problem. You already belong with us.â
Post 27: New beginnings
The first week at Aunty Janeâs was full of new beginnings. Aunty Jane certainly didnât waste any time in getting me settled into the city. Firstly, she got me a referral to a psychologist.
âYou need this for so many reasons,â she explained, driving me to the psychâs office. âAlso, in order to be eligible for Distance Ed we need a psych to agree to the special circumstances.â
âBut what about the cost?â I asked. So far Iâd been at Aunty Janeâs for a week and the cost of living had never been raised. I needed to know that I could contribute to the living expenses, and as far as I was concerned washing dishes and running a vacuum over the floor wasnât enough. Aunty Jane watched me out of the corner of her eye.
âYour mumâs been in touch,â she said softly.
âMum?â I was surprised. Since weâd broken the land speed record escaping Greenhead (and I always thought of that drive as an escape) neither one of my parents had been in touch with me. At first Iâd expected a text, or a call, but as the days passed I realised they were just as relieved as me about our parting ways. It still hurt. âWhat did she say?â
âShe wanted to know how you were,â Aunty Jane eased the car into the psychologistâs car park and turned the engine off. âBelieve me, I was going to tell you â I just wanted to make sure you were settled in first.â I was feeling totally nauseous. Was I expected to take this as a token of my motherâs interest in me? It couldnât be
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