of very stewed tea before she noticed me.
 âWhy is Dottie winking at me?â she asked Mum.
âSheâs not winking at you, Brenda,â said Mum. âSheâs glued her eye shut, hasnât she.â
Aunty Brenda didnât appear to be surprised by this at all.
She put two sugar lumps into her tea and said: âThat happened to my neighbour Mrs Baxter, you know, her with the funny husband and the mock-Georgian door. You know the one, got a girl called Penelope with thin hair, about Dottieâs age. Well anyway, she squirted glue in her eye instead of Optrex. That eye never saw the light of day again; they had to give her a glass one in the end.â
Disgusting! I thought.
âIt was ever such a good match though,â said Aunty Brenda. âOf course, you might not be so lucky, Dottie, what with you having such funny colour eyes.â
Rita had come in to the kitchen some time during this conversation. Her hair was still in curlers. She helped herself to a triangle of toast off the plate.
âWell, she can forget about being my bridesmaid,â said Rita. âIâm not having her walking down the aisle with a glass eye.â
âDottie wonât need a glass eye,â said Mum, squeezing my shoulder.
 âI wouldnât bank on it,â said Aunty Brenda, shaking her head.
âYouâll have to go down the hospital,â said Mum, âtheyâll know what to do. I expect they get this sort of thing all the time.â
Rita snorted.
âI canât go on the bus looking like this,â I said.
âWell not in your dressing gown, obviously,â said Mum. âBut how else do you think youâre going to get there?â
âYou could always call an ambulance,â said Clark, who was all for a bit of drama.
âCouldnât you call me a taxi?â I asked hopefully.
âYouâre a taxi,â said Clark.
âVery funny.â
âI know,â said Mum, who did sometimes have good ideas. âClark? Whereâs that patch you had to wear when you got hit by that cricket ball?â
âUpstairs, Iâll get it!â
âMake sure you disinfect it,â I called after him. All in all I was feeling quite miserable.
I went back upstairs and got dressed and put Clarkâs patch over my eye and I looked really, really stupid. I thought all I could do was hang my head low and hope I didnât bump into anyone I knew. Sometimes I really wished I was small, like Mary. You could get away with things if you were little, but when you were the size of a house, like me, you tended to stick out at the best of times.
Back in the kitchen, Mum smiled at me and said: âThatâs better, nobodyâll notice now.âÂ
Oh really?Â
âWould you like me to come with you?â she asked.
âNo, Iâll be fine,â I said miserably.
âGo on, let me. Itâd get me out of this madhouse for a couple of hours,â Mum said quietly.
âAre you sure?â
She passed me my cardi and shouted to Dad, who was in the front room. âNelson! Iâm taking Dottie to the doctor, sheâs glued her eye shut.â
âPity it wasnât her mouth,â Dad said, and then started laughing his head off as if heâd said something funny, which he hadnât.
âItâs your mouth that needs gluing up,â said Mum. âThen you wouldnât be able to keep sticking all them fags in it. And you can do the washing up while Iâm gone.â
âThat told him,â giggled Clark, spraying cornflakes all over the table.
âAnd you can dry,â said Mum.
  I sat on the bus thinking about the night before. The Whisky A Go Go hadnât been a bit like I thought it would be. It had been so crowded and dark and so full of smoke it put me in mind of our front room. If thatâs what spreading your wings is like, you can keep it, I thought.
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