Three. âA lot of people say they envy me having four sistersâbut no one ever hugged or cuddled, to comfort. It wasnât done. I was at a friendâs place recently when her older sister came round, looking wretched. Between our sisters, a rough joke wouldâve been madeâCome on, pick up your lip before you trip over it! But the younger one had a good look and said, âAhâwhatâs the matter ?â The older one shed a few tears and said: âLifeâs too difficult. Iâm trying to work, and thereâs the baby, and I have to do a course if I want to keep my jobâitâs too much for me.â And the younger one said, âOh, come hereââand sat her sister on her lap. Can you imagine any of us doing that? Then they ran a bath and got in it together. I heard them laughing and shrieking. I felt terribly envious. Maybe you others had that sort of closeness. I never did. When I had a hysterectomy, I was abandoned. See? You hardly even remember it. One came down and minded the boys for a couple of days, but the rest of the time I was on my own, with a new baby and two toddlers, too weak to get out of bed. It wasâ¦desolate. I learnt not to look for help from the family.â
âYes, thatâs shameful,â says One, âbut do you realise how perfect your marriage seemed, from the outside? You looked as if you had everything sewn up. You didnât ask for help. Thereâs an art in asking.â
âI know how,â says Three, âbut I wouldnât.â
âWhy?â
âI was afraid of indifference.â
â Would there be indifference, if you showed weakness?â
âItâs not weakness,â says Three. âItâs need. Itâs better not to show need, if youâre not going to get your needs met. Iâve learnt that. I worked out where people were going to care enough, and I went there.â
âIt is rather uneven,â says One. âI tried to tell Four my troubles onceâwe were driving downtown in a car. I talked for five minutes, and she cut across me and said, âOh, shut upâyou sound exactly like Mum.â But whenever anything goes wrong in her life, the first thing she does is pick up the phone and dial my number.â
Four is the witty one. But as a child she was a tremendous howler. At the slightest rebuff she would throw back her head and roar; tears would squirt out of her eyes and bounce down her fat cheeks. One, Two and Three used to hold up sixpence at breakfast time, saying âYou can have this tonightâbut every time you cry, weâre going to dock you a penny.â By teatime Four would be once more heavily in debt.
âIf we cried when we were little,â says Two, âMum used to say, âStop it, you great cake. â â âI donât remember that,â says Five.
âOf course you donât,â says Two. âYou werenât born yet.â
âThree,â says Two, âwas the painful little sister we used to run away from. Once she tried to bribe us. She said, âIâll give you threepence if you let me come with you.â But we took no notice and kept running.â
âI remember that,â says Three. âI can remember the feeling of the wire of the gate under the soles of my feet, as I hung over it and watched you two disappearing up the road. At least, I think I remember it. Maybe itâs only because the storyâs been told so many times.â
âMaybe,â says One, âit never happened at all.â
Endearments
Because endearments were never used in our family (Plymouth Brethren two generations back on our motherâs side; grim-jawed Mallee stoicism on our fatherâs), it has taken us all our lives to learn to say dear, darling, sweetheart , without irony.
âAt school,â says One, âwhen I was a boarder, I was sick with envy of girls who got letters from
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