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  ‘Yes, love, walk him round for a bit, see if he’ll nod off then.’

  Jude and Rochelle and Martine were all watching.

  ‘It’s not fair, Mum – why do you keep choosing Dixie?’ said Rochelle. ‘He’s my brother too. I want a go at holding him.’

  ‘You’re not taking one step with Sundance, not in those silly heels,’ said Mum.

  ‘I’ll hold him for a bit,’ said Jude, surprisingly. ‘Look, I’ve got trainers on, so I’m not going to trip.’

  ‘No way, Jude,’ said Mum. ‘You were always a shocker with your toys. You tugged your teddy’s ears off and scalped your poor Barbie.’

  ‘It was my Barbie,’ said Rochelle.

  ‘Whatever. We’ll let the baby get a bit bigger before you tote him around. I want him to stay all in one piece.’

  ‘Look, I’m the one who’s only here because I’m supposed to be looking after the blooming baby,’ said Martine bitterly.

  ‘I need you to look after me, darling,’ said Mum. ‘How about making me another cup of tea, eh? And you’d better get the other beds upstairs somehow. Or at least the mattresses. You girls can’t sleep downstairs with old Brucie Bad Back.’ She sighed. ‘Pity he’s turned out such a liability.’

  ‘That’s not fair, Mum,’ I said, walking Sundance up and down. She was settling already, her little warm head lolling in the crook of my neck. I patted her proudly. ‘You knew Uncle Bruce had a bad back and yet you still made him shift the stuff.’

  ‘Oh put another record on, Dixie. OK, maybe I’m not being fair to him. Who says we’ve got to be fair? Life isn’t fair.’ She sighed, then slipped right down under the duvet, pulling it over her head.

  ‘But Mum—’

  ‘Mum!’

  ‘Mum?’

  ‘Mum!’

  ‘Will you all just go away. I’m sick of the lot of you. I just want to be left in peace. So push off!’

  14

  I ENDED UP having to share a bed with Jude. It was fun at first, but I kept cuddling up too close and Jude pushed me away.

  ‘You’re like one of those little toy monkeys, Dixie. It’s like you’ve got sticker pads on your palms and you just want to cling. I feel like I’m suffocating.’

  ‘Bluebell will peck you if you’re mean to me,’ I said.

  ‘Then I’ll throw her out the bed,’ said Jude, turning over and taking most of the duvet with her.

  It was just as well I’m a clingy girl. I had to cling on grimly to the edge of the bed or I’d have tipped off onto the floor.

  I woke up when dawn was breaking. I hate the dark because you can’t see what might be creeping up on you, but it’s magical when everything starts to turn silvery, as if it’s been sprinkled with fairy dust. You couldn’t see the bare walls and the ugly floorboards properly. Our rickety bed and the cardboard boxes could be mistaken for ornate painted chests and the finest fairytale four-poster.

  I lay quietly making it up inside my head until I heard Sundance start crying. She was like a little car engine. She coughed and spluttered, stopped, started again, and then suddenly revved up into full-throttle roar.

  I slid out of bed and went to find her. She was lying beside Mum, wailing away. Mum groaned, burrowing down under the duvet.

  ‘Mum? Mum, Sundance is hungry.’

  ‘I’m getting too old for this lark,’ Mum moaned. ‘I’m going to put him on a bottle soon, then you can feed him for me, Miss Earlybird.’

  ‘I’ll feed him now if you like,’ I said, stuffing Mum’s pillow up my nightie to make a really big chest.

  ‘Oh Dixie, what are you like?’ said Mum, grabbing the pillow back and putting it behind her head. ‘Here, give me little guzzleguts.’

  She took Sundance in her arms and started feeding her. I giggled at the slurping sound in the quiet house.

  ‘She is a guzzleguts, isn’t she, Mum?’

  ‘He,’ said Mum. ‘Your little brother Sundance.’

  ‘But Mum—’

  ‘Not now, Dixie. Don’t make me go all tense or we’ll give Sundance hiccups. You go downstairs and make me a cup of tea, eh?’

  I crept down the bare stairs, imagining rich red carpet and gilt banisters. I breathed in deeply downstairs. Bruce’s lilies made everywhere smell like a beautiful garden. I felt my head and found my freesia still tangled up in my hair. I imagined Bruce coming every day and giving us all garlands of roses and carnation crowns and us stringing lilies across each room like great white paperchains.

  I went to the living-room door and knocked politely. ‘Uncle Bruce? Uncle Bruce, are you in there?’ I whispered.

  ‘I’m in here all right, Dixie,’ he mumbled. ‘Looks like I’m stuck here for the foreseeable future. My back’s giving me bloody hell.’

  ‘That’s so great! I mean, I’m sorry your back’s hurting, but I’m so glad you can stay. Would you like a cup of tea?’

  ‘Yes please, little angel.’

  I made two cups. I crept into the living room with Bruce’s. He didn’t have his glasses on. He looked a bit lost without them so I found them next to the mattress and gently edged them back onto his head. He gave his little nose a twitch and they settled into place.

  He grunted whenever he lifted his head for a sip of tea. When he’d finished half the cup he lay right back and sighed deeply.

  ‘Is it very painful, Uncle Bruce?’

  ‘I’ll live,’ he said. ‘Just about. Now, you’d better leave me be for a bit because I shall have to go to the toilet soon and I haven’t got any trousers on. Oh Gawd, what am I going to do, stuck without pyjamas and toothbrush and shaving kit and underpants—’

  ‘You’ve managed without pyjamas, you can borrow my toothbrush, Mum and Martine have both got razors – but I don’t think we can help you with underpants!’

  I went upstairs to give Mum her tea. She’d finished feeding Sundance and changed her too. We’d got a system going with plastic bags for used nappies now.

  ‘I suppose I’d better get myself washed up now,’ said Mum, yawning. ‘I’ll grab the bathroom first before all you girls go barging in and use up all the hot water.’

  But before she could swing her legs out of bed someone stumbled across the landing and into the bathroom. We heard her being sick, though she was running the bath taps to mask the noise.

  ‘Oh God,’ said Mum. ‘That’s Martine.’

  ‘She’s got this stomach bug thing, remember? She was sick yesterday too.’

  ‘I think I know why she’s being sick. It’s got damn all to do with stomach bugs!’ said Mum.

  ‘Are you cross, Mum?’

  ‘Yes, I’m blooming mad at her, Dixie. I told her and told her to be careful. Why wouldn’t she listen?’ Mum thumped her pillow. Sundance wailed, startled.

  ‘You quieten him, Dixie. I’ve got a few words to say to Martine.’ Mum went storming into the bathroom.

  I head Martine gasp as the door banged. Mum started shouting. Martine shouted back. It sounded like the start of an all-out Diamond big barney. Jude and Rochelle groaned sleepily.

  ‘Dixie? Are you all right?’ Bruce called from downstairs. ‘What’s all the shouting?’

  I went down. He was crouched in the hall, duvet wrapped round him for modesty so he looked like a giant caterpillar.

  ‘What’s going on?’ he groaned.

  ‘Mum’s mad at Martine.’ I paused. I wasn’t that thick. ‘I think she’s going to have a baby.’

  Bruce blinked. ‘But she’s only just this minute had one!’

  ‘Not Mum! Martine.’

  ‘She’s just a kid!’ Bruce looked truly shocked. ‘She’s still at school! What a terrible waste. Fancy mucking up her life before she’s even got started.’

  ‘I’m not mucking up my life!’ Martine shouted, banging out the bathroom. She stood at the top of the stairs, thin and shivering in her skimpy nightie, her hair sticking up all over the place. She didn’t look like my bossy big sister Martine without her fancy hairdo and her make-up and her tight je