Love, Rosie (121 page)

probably
would
have
called
Mum
and
she
would
have
sent
ten
million
squad

cars
and
rescue
helicopters
over
to
get
us.

Poor
Mum.
I’m
glad
we’re
not
moving
away
but
I
feel
sorry
for
her.
She

was
so
excited
about
doing
that
job
and
now
she’s
back
stuck
in
that
other

place
she
said
she
was
sick
of
a
while
ago.
I
feel
kinda
guilty.
I
no
she
would

have
made
me
go
anyway
if
Greg
had
said
yeah
but
I
still
feel
bad
for
her.

She’s
just
wandering
around
the
house
looking
real
sad
and
she
keeps
on

sighing
as
though
she’s
real
bored
and
doesn’t
no
what
to
do
next.
Just
like

us
on
Sundays.
She
gets
up
from
one
couch
and
moves
to
another
room
to
sit

in
another
chair.
Then
she
gets
up
again
and
moves
to
another
room
and

stares
out
the
window
for
ages,
sighs
about
three
million
times,
moves
to

another
room,
in,
out,
in,
out
.
.
.
she
makes
me
dizzy
just
watching
her.

Sometimes
I
just
follow
her
around,
seeing
as
I’m
not
supposed
to
be
allowed

in
the
outside
world
and
I’ve
nothing
better
to
do.

Yesterday
I
started
following
her
again
and
she
started
to
walk
faster
and

faster,
by
the
end
of
it
I
was
chasing
her
around
the
house
and
it
was
so

funny.
She
opened
the
front
door
and
ran
outside
in
her
pajamas
teasing
me

because
I
couldn’t
go
outside
(being
grounded
and
all).
But
I
ran
out
anyway

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rosie

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and
the
two
of
us
sprinted
around
the
block
in
our
pajamas,
me
in
my
blue

one
with
the
pink
hearts
and
Mum
in
her
yellow
dressing
gown!
Everyone

was
staring
at
us
but
it
was
fun.
We
ran
to
Birdie’s
shop
on
the
corner
and

Mum
treated
me
to
some
strawberry
ice
cream,
the
highlight
of
my
day.

Birdie
didn’t
look
too
impressed
at
the
sight
of
us
especially
seeing
as
Mum

wasn’t
wearing
anything
under
her
dressing
gown
but
she
flashed
her
legs
at

old
Mr.
Fanning
who
was
there
to
buy
his
morning
paper.
He
looked
like
he

was
gonna
have
a
heart
attack.
So
at
least
I
got
to
go
outside
for
a
little

while.

As
soon
as
we
got
back
inside
she
continued
just
walking
around
the

house
as
if
she
was
in
a
museum
or
something.
Greg
says
she’s
got
a
feather

up
her
arse.
Mum
said
she’d
love
to
shove
a
pole
up
his.
He
didn’t
say
much