find a chess set and teach me how to play something new.â
âDo you always play a game when he comes?â
âMost of the time.â Dad lines up a few cans of soup, a can of stew, a couple of beans.
Abiâs mouth waters. She canât remember the last time she had brown beans. âCan I have those?â
Dad hands them to her.
âIt doesnât bother you?â she asks, as she opens the can.
Dad looks at her. This also bothers her: how he has to concentrate on her question. She can see his eyes narrow to focus. She can hear his thoughts, like the water passing under the house, nearing, circling the words he wants to trap.
She asks again. âIt doesnât bother you that we need the food bank?â
âIt canât,â he says then, simply. âThe EI ran out, and welfare isnât enough.â
She nods, trying to absorb that.
He reaches far into another cupboard. âI wondered when weâd use this.â He hands her another tin, this one of pineapple pieces.
This used to be a favourite. Mum would make it for quick suppers on cold evenings, with pieces of sausage, and brown bread toasted on the side. She finds the can opener and splits open the edge of the tin, and the familiar smell fills her with a sadness and reminds her how hungry she is. She heats the beans and pineapple until they bubble and pop, and sets down two bowls. It isnât until sheâs filled the second, and puts it in front of Dad that he looks directly at her, surprised. âNo,â he says. âI donât want any. Thank you,â he adds, looking down. She feels again the sense of him retreating into that place inside himself.
By herself, she sits at the table and empties her plate, then his. She wonders about what else sheâs missed, being at school all these monthsâ¦and whatâs he going to do when she leaves.
Paper Boats
A biâs laid out her best. Well, not hers. Mumâs. A long, narrow black skirt and white shirt. They donât have an iron, but she remembers how Mum used to steam clothes in the bathroom and after a night of hanging, it looks not bad. There are black shoes at the back of Mumâs closet, and a belt hooked over a nail in the wall. The shoes fit perfectly, and the belt fits her waist three holes away from the one that Mum used. A bit of mascara, Cinnamon lipstick, hair in a perfectly smooth pony, and sheâs done.
Iâd hire me!
Okay. She has her list of places to go, beginning with the one interview she managed to set up over the phone.
Mackâs Coffee
. âMake sure youâre here before eleven when we getbusy,â the manager had said. Abi hopes he doesnât always sound that grumpy. The only watch she has is an old one of Mumâs. It reads twenty minutes after nine, and even though itâs old, Abi knows it keeps perfect time. She slips it into the purse that was also Mumâs, along with some bus fare from the jar on the counter, and gathers together the jobless résumés she made up the last week of school. One more trip to the toilet. She always has to pee when sheâs nervous.
She hears a cry. âNo! No!â whimpers a voice. The screen door slams into place. Thereâs a lower voice, murmuring, then the little voice again, crying. âNo.â
The murmuring voice rises. âDyl. I have to. You have to.â
Abiâs out of the bathroom. âWhat is it?â
Jude is standing in the kitchen, and his son is wrapped around his legs. That must be the Velcro action Jude told her about. The boyâs eyes are round and his mouth is in a matching âO.â âPlease,â says Jude, âcan I leave him with you? Mumâs sick and Iâve got to work. Thereâs nowhere else I can take him.â As he speaks, his sonâs whimpering grows louder. Abi almost misses Judeâs last words.
She starts to say something about Mackâs Coffee, but Jude is bent over
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