man, not like Philip and that â but a baby, and once or twice Iâve had this feeling while I was watching, not in my breast but deep inside me, in my stomach or belly or something â weird â just like a tiny pull on a string, and I realize with a bit of a shock what a baby can do, just from looking at it.
But the thing I really donât like is when Thomas moves, or Mum does, and he falls off the nipple and suddenly youâve just got this red, screwed-up face with its pointed, searching lips and a head going from side to side and about to scream because it canât find what it wants and it looks like a blind serpent thatâs about to eat you if you donât give it what it wants straightaway, and you get suddenly afraid that you might never get it off, like a leech thatâs huge and bloated but goes on sucking and sucking until it sucks every last drop of blood out of your body.
âIsnât that crazy?â Toni says to Mum, still talking about Mr Prescottâs eyes. âI donât know.â
âBut you must have looked,â Mum says. âIf heâs such a dream-boat.â
âBlue, I suppose, cos they go with his hair.â
âWhich, no doubt, is blond. What a bore.â
âJealousy,â Toni says, âis a sin.â
âNot as bad a sin,â Mum says, âas tedium. And what do you and Dreamboat talk about?â
And thatâs where Toniâs stuck, because although sheâs always hanging around the gym and the sportsfield, whenever Iâve heard her talk to Mr Prescott, itâs always been about sports â because Toniâs quite a good long-jumper â or heâs asked her about her school-work, and sheâs said howâs his new baby. I mean, she does talk to Mr Prescott by herself sometimes when theyâre over at the jump-pit and Iâm doing laps with the other girls, but I donât believe itâs anything special and itâs probably about strength conditioning and her thighs and hips, and thatâs why â when Mum asks her â she just shrugs and says:
âThings. Anyway, people donât only talk.â
âNo,â Mum says. âBut if they donât, it can get a bit dull in between.â
âOh, yes.â Toni pushes herself up off the couch and vamps her way across the carpet to get a tangerine from the bowl on the table. âAnd what if there is no in-between?â
âThen,â Mum says, as she takes Thomas off her right breast and lifts him over her shoulder, âyouâre going to need all the vividness you can get.â
âVivid,â Toniâs still saying to me when we turn out the lamp. âVivid,â she yawns, and starts to snore till she turns over off her back and lies on her side. But Iâm still awake, listening to the last of the kids whispering in their tents and a late bird calling somewhere, and thinking of Mum, and her feeding Thomas, and the mortal shock I got when she said, my own Mother, calmly as anything, as if she was asking me if Iâd had a good day at school:
âBut, darling, you didnât expect you and Philip were going to last forever, did you?â
6
âThis first night you camped,â Mr Jackson says. âThis was at Cobar?â
âYes, Mr Jackson.â
âWhat were the tenting arrangements?â
âYou mean, how did we put them up?â
âNo, Miss Vassilopoulos. I mean who slept ⦠who tented with whom?â
âAll the kids and that?â
âNo, not all the kids and that. Just the teachers and the monitors. There were ⦠let me see, five males and six females, am I right?â
âI donât see why youâre asking me all this, Mr Jackson. Any of the teachers could tell you this better than I could.â
âItâs important to get everyoneâs point of view, Laura,â Mr Murchison says then. âPeople remember things
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