![]() ![]() ‘Amy, you’re hurt!’ Mum pushed past Dad and came to kneel next to me. I hadn’t thought my skin would be so thin. On the fortieth piece, a shard broke through my skin, spilling bright red blood. She pulled at her top, exposing her décolletage. ![]() ![]() And there’s clearly only one thing you think I’m good at these days,’ Mum said, leering. ‘What do you want me to do? I don’t have any skills. They required a bit of twisting to retrieve, but the others I could pick up with ease and place in my hand. They were all different sizes, and some had gotten stuck in the carpet. I inched around behind them and started to pick up the pieces of glass. If I don’t sing, you have to get a job.’ Dad shook his head. ‘Give up this stupid dream already.’ ‘And do what? I can’t afford your habits any other way. ‘You’re so uptight.’ She walked up to Dad and put her hands on his shoulders, shaking them. ‘I’ll throw whatever I want to throw!’ Mum yelled. ![]()
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