A snippet from THIN GIRLS DONT EAT CAKE She pushed past me, wailing. A waft of her favourite Jennifer Lopez perfume hung in the air as I followed her to the kitchen where she sat at the table and threw her head into her hands. The sobs got louder. “My life is over.” I sat down beside her, offering her a tissue from the box on the corner before going to put the kettle on. Looked like I wasn’t getting back to my dream anytime soon. “And good morning to you too, Mum.” Mum snatched a tissue from the box and dabbed it to her eyes. Her makeup always so carefully applied, even early in the morning, showed streaks of tears. Her eyes were puffy. “Didn’t you hear me?” Well of course I had. Her histrionics could probably heard in Perth she was carrying on so. “I did. I thought you might like a cup of tea before you die.” “Honestly. Sometimes I wonder if you were switched at birth, you’re so callous.” She wasn’t the only one who had wondered that. I was certainly not a chip off the old block. I never wailed as loud as she did. Well, I hoped I didn’t.
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