completions on the card table.
Iâm not sure why Iâm quiet, so I donât know what to say when Nana asks. Itâs probably because Iâm being swept along with the Minnow and Iâm not sure I wanted any of this in the first place.
A counsellor talked to me at the hospital. She said all kinds of stuff about responsibility and preparation. I realised Iâd only been thinking in small chunks. I told her I felt anxious whenever I thought about the future. The counsellor said it was an understandable reaction. She said this while staring at me and nodding her head which made me feel really uncomfortable. Papa, who was sitting beside me throughout the session, said, âJust stare back at her until she looks away.â So I did. The counsellor flinched and looked down at her watch.
âRound one to you,â said Papa, elbowing me in the ribs.
Round two was all about the big picture. Bill always said the big picture was for Hollywood. âSmall chunks is all most folk can handle,â heâd say. âAny more and youâre just asking for trouble.â I realised I was starting to think of Bill in the past tense.
âThe big picture is all about imagining the future,â said the counsellor, pausing and looking at me for a response.
âOh, right, here we go,â sighed Papa, a little too loudly. I was glad only I could hear him.
I said nothing, so she continued. âFor example,â she said, âI have a vegetable garden. At the moment Iâm growing parsley and cauliflower, but I plan to add potatoes, beetroot and herbs. Maybe some spring onions.â
Papa couldnât help himself. âWhat does she want? A round of applause?â
âYou see,â she went on, mistaking my silence for interest, âa garden is about planning and hard work, but I had to imagine it first, design it in my mind.â
âOh, Christ, this is tedious,â said Papa.
I love Papa, but I hate it when he does this. He knows I canât react. If I tell him off in front of the counsellor, sheâll think Iâm crazy. But I had to say something soonâI just couldnât think of anything appropriate.
âDo you see?â she asked, one eyebrow raised.
âYes, sport,â said Papa, standing behind the counsellor and leaning over her shoulder, smirking at me. âTell the nice well-meaning shrink that you see just fine.â
This was too much.
âNo!â I said, almost shouting, âI donât see.â
Papa fell silent and the counsellor leaned forward. She stretched her arm towards me and I thought she was going to touch my knee, but then she changed her mind and settled back in her chair. She waited for me to say something else.
âBefore the flood, I used to think Iâd be living at home with Mum and Dad and Sarah forever,â I said, âor at least till I was old enough to leave school.â
âThatâs my girl,â said Papa. âItâs about time someone stopped fart-arsing around and cut to the chase.â He was sitting next to me again. He took my hand and patted it gently. We both looked at the counsellor. She appeared distraught.
âIâm sorry for your loss,â she said. âThis must all seem so irrelevant.â
âNo, really?â said Papa, in his sarcastic voice.
âNot really,â I lied.
The three of us sat in silence.
I could hear the hum of the fish tank down the hall.
âDonât worry, sport,â said Papa as we left the counsellorâs room. âNo one is expected to predict the future.â
âThen why, when youâre pregnant, does everyone assume thereâs some kind of plan?â
âA plan makes people feel comfortable, thatâs all.â
âThen why do I feel more comfortable without one?â
âI donât know, sport. Youâve always been something of a free spirit.â
Dad had great plans. Mum said so all the
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