They weighed a ton. How ironical it was that her granny could continue to talk to her grandpa after he’d been dead for months, when her stupid parents couldn’t exchange a few words on the phone, even though they were still alive. Especially as whenever her mum talked to anybody about the divorce, she always smiled in a superior kind of way and said, ‘It’s all very amicable.’ If this is amicable, thought Jess, don’t let me ever have to experience hostile. She did some homework. It felt almost soothing, it was so far removed from her present traumas. Jess had to draw a map of the world and shade in the area covered by coniferous forests. For a brief half hour she imagined a carefree life spent frolicking in the forests with Flora and Fred, but eventually she realised that the frolicking would probably be forbidden by feeble parents worried about fierce, ferocious, fanged wolves, bears and other feral fauna. The phone rang. Jess’s heart leapt and she jumped up, but she was only halfway to the door when her mum answered it, upstairs in her study.
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