‘What exactly is it?’ ‘Curry,’ said Colin. ‘Why’s it green?’ ‘Well,’ said Colin, ‘the sausages burnt a bit while the rice was boiling over so I put some peas in.’ ‘Ah,’ said Mum. She put a green lump into her mouth and chewed slowly. Colin watched anxiously. ‘Like it?’ He’d already tasted it himself and it wasn’t bad though it could have done with a few less glacé cherries. Mum swallowed and gave him a strange little smile. ‘Very nice, love.’ She hates it, he thought. Right, that’s it, I’m never putting dried fruit in a curry again. ‘I like the cherries,’ she said. It’s the onions, he thought, I knew I should have chopped them up. Mum put her knife and fork down and took a deep breath. Oh no, he thought, I didn’t get all those lumps of curry powder out.
