Emma stands in line for forty minutes. In front of her — four people, behind — six more. The paperwork
“Give back Mother’s jewellery. You’re not worthy to wear it.” Julia held out her hand, palm
“Dennis, who are they? Where did all these people come from?” Christina’s voice wavers;
“Dennis, who are all these people? Where did they come from?” Christina’s voice wavered. She gripped
“I can’t live with a retiree any longer,” she announced, staring at the plate of meatballs rather than at me.
I can’t keep living with a pensioner any longer. He said it while staring not at me but at the plate
— The holiday’s off, — James said without looking up from his phone. — Mum’s coming. I stood in the bedroom
— The seaside’s off, — says Thomas, eyes glued to his phone. — Mum’s on her way. I stand in the middle
— Dennis, who’s that? Why are there so many people here? — Christine’s voice trembled as she squeezed
— David, who are those people? Why are there so many? — My mother, Christine, asked, her voice trembling









