“How long have you had it?” “Since I was seven.” “Oh yes, of course. I thought you’d said eczema.”
“Nora, are you okay?” “Yes. Um, fine. It’s just I had some wine with Lara at lunch and I feel a bit spaced out.”
But slowly, these slip-ups became less frequent. It was as though each day was a piece fitting into a puzzle
and, with each piece added, it became easier to know what the absent pieces were going to look like.
Whereas in every other life she had been continually grasping for clues and feeling like she was acting,
in this one she increasingly found that the more she relaxed into it, the more things came to her.
Nora also loved spending time with Molly. The cosy anarchy of her playing in her bedroom,
or the delicate bonding that happened at story time, reading The Tiger Who Came to Tea, or hanging out in the garden.
“Watch me, Mummy,” said Molly, as she pedalled away on her tricycle one Saturday morning.
“Mummy, look! Are you watching?” “That’s very good, Molly. Good pedalling.”
“Mummy, look! Zoomy!” “Go, Molly!” But then the front wheel of the tricycle slipped off the lawn and down into the flowerbed.
Molly fell off and knocked her head hard on a small rock. Nora rushed over and picked her up and had a look at her.
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