born, she spent hour upon hour lying on the bed with the baby and making gooing noises. It was a surprise to see Henry at the end of the day. Sheremembers looking at his head and thinking, My, what a big face you have. How foolishly large adults seemed then, how odd-looking they becameâalmost monstrousâwith their sprouting tufts of hair and yellowed eyes and slabs of flesh and creases.
Next to her, three women lean in towards one another, gossiping. Two friends confiding in the third. The first woman says, âShe looked like a prostitute, didnât she, love?â All three guffaw.
Then the second woman. âShe was dressed like that to pick the kid up and she goes to me, âDoes little Bertie want to come and play? Weâve got a new tarantula.â â
âShe must have been jokingââ says the third woman.
âNo!â The first again now. âShe tells us, âDonât worry, itâs in a glass case and everything.â â
âThen we saw her, didnât we,â continues the second, âlater that afternoon, getting her shopping out of the boot, still wearing those silver stilettos, with those boobs. She looked like a prostitute, didnât she?â
âI just have to look at those shoes and I get a nosebleed.â
âShe used to be a hairdresser.â
âYouâd never know from the look of her.â
âLooks like sheâs got a cat on her head.â
A small child in bright red trousers runs up to Charlotte. âIâm a boy,â he says. âMy nameâs Michael.â Then he runs off again and disappears into the throng of toddlers. She realizes that she doesnât know how to make friends. She came to the playgroup to make friends, but now that she is here she doesnât know what to say, what to do. Who is she now? There must be something she can tell them. The mothers who know each other talk about their children. They exchange facts concerning the hours their children sleep, what they will or wonât eat, and swap advice on remedies for colds or stomachache. Or they gossip, cruelly, likethis, about the women who donât fit in. Charlotte doesnât want to talk about her girls. She knows no one is really interested in hearing about them and that the other women share anecdotes as a way of boasting about their offspring, not because they are genuinely interested in other peopleâs children. Besides, when she speaks people look at her uncertainly. They pause in conversation, then say, âYouâre not from around here, are you?â And Charlotte explains, her exclusion immediate, her status as an outsider everlasting. âAre you English, or just educated Australians?â asked the man from the nursery when he came to deliver three poplar saplings for Henry to plant by the back fence.
Across the room a boy slips on a toy truck and crashes down hard on his face. There is an awful silence as his mother gathers the limp, quiet child into her arms, then the air cracks open with a loud, breathless wail like the one you wait for when a child first slithers into the world.
âIs there blood?â
âHe wonât let me look.â
âIâll fetch ice.â
The child starts to roar. Charlotte hears the way his voice Âcatches against the soft wet membrane of his throat. In the meantime the fat pianist begins telling a story and the other children gather around on the cold wooden floor. Two teddy bears travel on a boat to a desert island. In the bottom of the boat they find a map with an X marking the place of buried treasure. They follow the map past a volcano, past a very tall tree, past a swamp, and find the treasure Âburied on a far beach. The bears dig and dig until out of the hole comes a jeweled box. âWhat do you think is in it?â the fat woman asks.
âGold!â cries one boy, leaping up and down with his hand in the air.
âAlligators!â says
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