Sisters
Read an Extract
Lucille lay in a deck-chair in the shade of the pergola and you could see she
didn’t want to be interrupted. Poppy stood beside her, fondling Sheba’s ears and
waiting for her mother to look up from her magazine. In the end she did, her
eyes vague.
“What is it, darling?”
“I can’t find Carrie. She said we could practice our concert. In the tree house.”
“She’s with Hennie. His mom brought him over.” Lucille turned her head to look
round the garden. “They’re somewhere about, I think.”
Poppy swivelled her toes in the dry sand where the grass had died. It was hot
and gritty. She said, “Hennie’s a baby. He’s even younger than Carrie. I wish
he wouldn’t come.”
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