![]() My other leg jiggled and I stopped that too. The end of my finger tried to – up then sideways then down. “You light up my life, little man,” she said. We’ll take it easy till then, won’t we, love? Really easy. We’ll just have to wait for your father to get home, Jimmy. “I thought it would be better with a rest, but it’s not. When she breathed in it sounded as if the air was made of metal shavings. She lay on the couch with her head tilted on the arm holder. Mum turned on the television in the sitting room and we watched Days of Our Lives. I matched the plug with the refinery exit. Then I read my sink manual to check the positions. I didn’t have enough rods to make all the pipes and smokestacks, but I built the base and assembled the ladders and got the tanks ready. I sat next to her and built a block and rod refinery. Agathas were Mum’s specialty and she did the same ones over and over. Mum sat down and read Murder on the Orient Express. We went inside and she looked for other puffers and found one in the bathroom cupboard but it was empty, and I found one under my bed but it was empty too. ![]()
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