Sequins, Secrets, And Silver Linings - Plot & Excerpts
Jenny says. “She should be Cuckoo.”We’re in my bedroom. I’m customizing a nightie to make it into a party dress. Jenny’s flicking through my magazines.“She’s not crazy.”“No, dummy. Cuckoo in the nest. Getting all the attention. When was the last time your mother took you out or did the whole quality-time thing?”“There was my birthday, over break.”My birthday was great. Mum took me to Paris, through the Chunnel from London on the Eurostar train, to meet up with Dad, and she spent the whole day being nice, which for her is a major effort. Dad tends to bring out the snarky in Mum.“Birthdays don’t count,” Jenny says dismissively. “Apart from that.”I try and think. Actually, I can’t picture a time. But it’s not as if Mum is one of those bake-a-cake types, anyway.“And how many times has she been out with Crow?”Jenny has a point here. Loads of times. Every time there’s a new exhibition or an artist Mum wants Crow to meet. They often take Granny along with them.
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