It’s normal to feel that way. Remember, though— we’ve just been discussing how different you are from your mother,
the different choices you’ve made...” “But Mummy’s still in my life, even after all this time.
That worries me. She’s a bad influence, a very bad influence.
Maria looked up from the book where she was taking notes. “You’re still talking to her, then?” she said, her pen poised.
“Yes,” I said. I clasped my hands and took a deep breath. “But I’ve been thinking that it needs to come to an end.
I’m going to stop. It has to stop.” She looked as serious as I’d ever seen her.
It’s not my role to tell you what to do, Eleanor. I will say this, though—I think that’s a very good idea.
But, ultimately, it’s your decision. It’s always been your decision,” she said, excessively calm and ever so slightly aloof.
It was as though she was trying just a bit too hard to be neutral, I thought.
I wondered why. “The thing is, even after everything that she’s done, after all of it, she’s still my mummy.
She’s the only one I’ve got. And good girls love their mothers.
After the fire, I was always so lonely. Any mummy was better than no mummy...
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