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Monday, September 17, 2012

332 wivesbehavingbadly

. a stack of quick-fire calculations snapped through my brain . eve needed a break . she needed her mother . four days in a coach was not a rest . i neededd eve , well and strong , as she herself wished to be ." i'll pay your airfare , and you must go as soon as we can arrange it ."
as i went upstairs , prepareing for riot duty , the rest of the calculation slooted into place .  what with the hit taken on my finances with the loan to poppy , eve's  airfare equaled a   reduction in the chrismas present list . it definitely put paid to the haircut , and the cost of her replacement would , no doubt , see off any strictly unnessary seaonal frivolity , but that , i supposed , it what unnessary meant . you could do wiyhout it .
it was the day before chrismas eve , the kind of day that paraded a weak  sun as a joke . i eased the car into  the parking slot and got out . it was very cold , and i zipped up my fleece , a powder blue , then  turned up the collar . i could smell frosted leaf mold and the faintes whiff of frying fat coming from a van selling snacks parked farther up .
i was relishing the moment of freedom , and allowing my mind to drift , before i took up the slack in the reins and pulled them tight . moments  such as these kept me sane .
i was contemplating getting back into the warm car , when  a smart siver coupe' drew up and prked in in the space beside mine .
one of the passenger doors  flung open and lucas tumble out ." mum ... " he was followed  closely  by  felix .
" mum ...." both of them were clutching picture books with an illustration if dinosaur on the front . i knew this because felix virtually pressed his into my face.

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