with her hand and makes a little gasping noise, just like she did when her new corset got stuck.
âAnd,â I say, âshe says Mr Owen Number 1 is a dirty old man. Alwenna knows a lot of things.â
Mam takes her hand from her face. Itâs left white marks all around her mouth. âThat poor old man tries his best. Heâs got no one to look after him since Mrs Owen died,â she says.
âAlwenna didnât mean that. It was something to do with her stockings.â
Mamâs face blooms scarlet. Her pale pink powder stands out like dots on her skin. âThat Alwennaâs a bad influence. Sheâs just like her mother, spreading rumours like that. And sheâs far too old for you; sheâs almost Bethanâs age. Itâs high time you made friends with some of the other girls. That new girl, Deilwen, why canât you be friends with someone like that?â
âAlwennaâs always been my best friend,â I say. âWeâre Kindred Spirits.â
Mam clenches her fists, then straightens her back and takes deep, steady breaths like Dr Edwards prescribed. Her face goes from red to pink. She takes some bread and cheese onto her plate, but no pickled onions, and begins to eat. Her hands hardly shake at all.
John Morris prowls beneath the table. He must have finished his lights and smelled the cheese. John Morris loves cheese, especially red, salty cheese. I drop a bit on the floor for him and he purrs as he eats it. Alwennaâs little white kitten couldnât eat and purr at the same time.
âDonât,â says Mam. âItâll give him worms. And itâs a waste.â
âWhereâs Bethan?â I say. âIs she coming home for her dinner?â There isnât much cheese left. And Mam has made a mess of the loaf.
Mam shakes her head. âSheâs playing with Caroline. And having her lunch there, too. Lovely flat. I used to clean for old Mrs Cameron when she lived there.â
I open my mouth and Mam says, âWith Caroline. And donât think you can get me off the subject of your wrongdoing. I donât want you doing anything of the sort again, do you hear me? Cross your heart.â
I cross my heart but I cross my fingers too.
âJust look at the time,â says Mam, âYouâve made me late. Iâve got to get some cakes made for tonight. You can give me a hand; itâll keep you out of mischief.â
âCan I come to help in the meeting, too?â I ask. There are always nice things to eat at the Sale of Work meetings.
âIf Bethan doesnât want to come,â says Mam. âNow get me that new bag of flour from my shopping basket, and be quick about it.â
Bethan never wants to help in the Sale of Work meeting. I skip to fetch the flour, then the eggs and margarine from the larder and the sugar from the cupboard. Mam snatches them from me and measures out what she needs and beats everything together in her big bowl. Sheâs doing everything too fast. Like the clockwork mouse Aunty Lol gave John Morris; when I wound it up tight it skittered about all over the floor, crashing into chair legs and the fender and our feet. John Morris was scared of it.
âGrease those fairy-cake trays,â Mam says, and when Iâve done that she slaps spoonfuls of batter into them. She drops her big bowl into the sink with a crash that makes the faces in the distemper blink in fright.
âYou scared the faces in the distemper, Mam,â I say.
âDonât start, Gwenni.â Mam takes an extra-deep breath. âItâs just peeling a bit.â She scrubs off tiny flakes of the paint, and more faces appear. âJust peeling. Itâs time your father gave the walls a new coat.â
Will the faces open their mouths to scream out our secrets as the new distemper washes over them like a wave and drowns them?
âRight. These are ready to go in the oven,â says Mam. âPut
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