Apart from a cup of tea and a currant bun at midday she’d eaten nothing since the previous evening. Because it was Sunday there would only be a cold supper, and that would be cleared away by six o’clock. It was better than nothing, she told herself, and since it was included as part of her lodging money she might as well go and take advantage of it. She thought longingly of the delicious meal she’d enjoyed with Sandy the day before and wished she could treat herself to something like that, but she knew that was impossible. She had already spent most of the money they had given her when she left the orphanage and there would be no more until payday the following Friday. Reluctant to leave the busy waterfront she started to make her way to the tram terminus. However, she found that after sitting for so long she had stiffened up. Head down, she dragged her twisted legs up the gradient, wishing she still had her wheelchair, and wondered if she would ever be able to save up enough money to get another one like Sandy had suggested.
