the table. I donât want to use the board in case Mam hasnât washed all the blood from it. The butter is too cold to spread and makes holes in the bread. I begin to slice the loaf, anyway. Nice, thin slices, only a little bit lacy. I cut the red cheese and nibble a sliver of it. Itâs tangy and salty and makes my hunger growl like John Morris in my stomach.
âCanât you do anything right?â Mam comes into the scullery and takes the knife from me. âYouâre not making a tea party.â She cuts thick pieces from the loaf. âGet that jar of pickled onions down. Theyâre going a bit soft; we may as well finish them.â
âThatâs because you didnât salt the onions first,â I say.
âWhat?â
âNain says you have to salt the onions if you donât want them going soft.â
âRight,â says Mam. âSit on that stool and listen to me.â
I put a thin slice of bread and some cheese and a large pickled onion on a plate and begin to eat. The vinegar on the pickled onion is too sharp because Mam didnât put the right spices in with it. Thatâs what Nain said, but I donât tell Mam. I wipe the vinegar off where it drips down my chin.
âIâve been out all morning, working my fingers to the bone for you,â says Mam.
âAnd for Bethan,â I say.
âTo earn money to buy a nice house with a proper kitchen and a bathroom for you.â
âI like this house,â I say. âI like living here.â I take another thin slice of bread. The butter must have been icy when I spread it on this slice. I roll up the bread instead of folding it so I canât see the holes.
âYou donât like having a bath in front of the fire and sharing a bed with Bethan, do you?â
âI suppose not. Will I have a room of my own in the new house, then?â
Mamâs eyes flicker sideways. âYes, of course you will,â she says, then she glares at me again. âAnd what thanks do I get for slaving away for you? People telling me about your antics all the way home.â
I swallow my last piece of cheese and cut some more, thinly. âBut what did I do wrong, Mam?â
âDrawing attention to yourself again, thatâs what. Giving people a reason to say youâre odd.â
âBut I canât ask questions like a detective without people noticing me. And Iâm only trying to find Ifan Evans.â
Mamâs hands are gnawing away at each other like mice eating cheese. Her face is tight and her voice is taut as Mr Pughâs cheese wire. âYou shouldnât be asking anyone any questions at all about him. Heâll come back when heâs ready. Elin Evans has only herself to blame. So prim and proper. No wonder he had to get away. Leave him be.â Mam starts picking at the loaf of bread, rolling the dough into little balls between her fingers.
âIf Iâm going to be a detective,â I say, âIâve got to practise.â And what if Ifan Evans is never ready to come back?
âI donât know where you get your silly ideas from,â says Mam. âI blame Aunty Lol for giving you all those books.â She bangs the table and makes me and the bread leap. âYouâre meddling in things youâre too young to understand.â
âAnyway,â I say, âyou said Bethan was too young to be going out with boys but sheâs still got a boyfriend.â
âDonât be silly,â says Mam.
âIâm not being silly,â I say. âRichard is her boyfriend. Carolineâs brother. Alwenna says she goes to see him, not to play with Caroline.â
âThat Alwenna has no shame,â says Mam. âShe ought to wash her mouth with soap.â
âThatâs what Miss Hughes said when Alwenna asked when the baby was due.â I donât tell her what Alwenna said about the babyâs father.
Mam covers her mouth
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