We’re both lucky.’ Mum doesn’t sound convincing. As she usually does, Mum’s accepted Dad’s recent bouts of sulky silence as if it’s all right he doesn’t speak for days on end. She pretends it doesn’t matter he snatches whatever’s handed to him without even a grunt. She pretends not to notice ...
‘Well, come in the two of you,’ Mum said. ‘Since when have you had to be invited?’ Lori coughed again, and she and Fred sidled to the table, where I was making a crane from my Meccano set and Angela was threading some beads she had got for her birthday on to a string. Although Mum indicated som...