I went and sat in the cool lobby and wotched the titchy silva fish flicking to and fro in there dark grene tank.
I saw the cuple coming thrugh the glars dors. I coudent help staring at them. I knew who thay were and I dident like them, strait awey. Thay had very shiney skin, shiney hare. He had glossy dark slicked back hare and wore thin rectanglar glarses with no frame. She had a high, tinny laugh. She had strekes of blond in her darker blond hare. It was very sleke, and kind of bent into big perfict curls at the botterm. He had his arm arownd her waste wich was held in with a sharp vilet belt with tiny jewls on it. Her soot was also a pale perple and tight at the waste. She wore very high heels in a shiney tan culour, like Queen Kate wore when she was yung and had jus had her babies. The ricepshunist pointed the lady to wards me. She click clacked over, her hand streched owt confidantly. I was sitting on a wite settee, but I got up, like Zoe had tolled me to. ‘Hello, Sally-Anne, luvley to meet you at larst,’ she said.
I dident say eny thing but I let her shake my hand.
‘Iyum Mrs Collins. And this is my husbund, Mr Collins,’ she said. ‘Are you well?’ she arsked. Her eyes went to my tummy. Thay stayed on my tummy. I coud tell she was trying to look in.
‘Yes, I am well,’ I said. I coudent stop the not liking her from being in my voice. I tried to smiol, but a lump was growing in my throte and I felt my eyes might cry.
The man cort up with her and held owt his hand too. He shook mine in his. He looked me in the eye. Then thay were both looking at my tummy. ‘Hes in there,’ she said and clarsped her hand to her mowth. Tears glissened in her eyes. ‘Are littel boy.’
I looked at her in suprise. I opernd my mowth to speak, but bifore I coud say eny thing the man said, ‘Yes. Wunder full…a mirikel even….’ He looked me in the eye. He crinkold up his eyes as thogh he was fiyuling my pane. ‘Thank you so, so much for helping us have a chiold.’
‘Its not a boy!’ I said. ‘Its a gerl.’
The woman looked at me with alarm. ‘What?’ She looked at her husband. ‘Who tolled her that? It is a boy, isent it?’
‘Yes, yes,’ he soothed her. ‘We chose the feet, us, darling, how coud it not be?’
I dident think being a gerl or boy was eny thing to do with the babys feet, but I dident tell them that.
I felt the lump in my throte get bigger. I knew I was going to cry. ‘Its not a boy!’ I said, angrily. Then I startid to cry and I got up and went to look owt of the windo at the big pine trees so thay woudent see. I thort to my self how thay jus dident look like a mum and a dad. I shut my eyes and tried to forse my brane to magine them holding my baby, but it was to hard. I coudent do it.
Thay went to wards the ricepshun airea. I coud here them talking to Zoe in wispers. I can here very well. Often when pepol think I carnt here them I acsholy can. I herd ….’bit of an idiot…’ Not very perlite of him to call Zoe that. He must be a mene man I thort to my self. I did not think thay woud be nice to there baby, if thay ever got a baby. I dident think thay diserved one, being like that.
I was still up set so I went owt to the garden and lay in the hamuck to fiyul more carm. I was getting good at iscaping in my hed. Evry time I closed my eyes and thort abowt LittelBaby, the pichers were there with a bang. I was on a hill top. Dark morlands and rocky owt crops surrowndid me. A grey sea pummelled the tumbling stownes. A lone wind brushed the grarsis. Misterius beasts lumbered on the horizen. The calls of berds cercling over hed filled my brane. Clowds scuddid farst across the sky, making bars of shadow pars over the mor. I was sucked deep in but then some one woud disterb me and I woud wayken with a jump. It was as if it was a dreme, but more vivvid and more spooky, and as if I really was there.
Some times it was very cold as soon as I shut my eyes. I pulled fers arownd me as I peeked owt of the cave at the frozen wastes. Stalag mites hung from the entrunce to the cave. The vally lay still bifore me, holding its breth.
I was bicoming ink apasitatid by my vishuns. Reality faydid awey and even sterring the mixcher for cake, or beting eggs, or sewing butterns on to a cushen, I coud fiyul that wind, and the thret of the lumbering beasts. My hart woud thump with in me, and I felt huntid. Looking in the mirrer, my eyes seemed very deep in there sockits. The pupils had grown. My eyes were pools of dark. I scared even my self.
In one of my vishuns, I was climing a rocky parth. Brambels cort at my skin, for I was nakid. The parth was stepe so I was using my hands to pull on the rocks. I knew the way. I terned arownd a huj bowlder and fownd a chorky parth leding straight in to the hill, in to a cave. I felt sensashuns of pleshure. I went in. It smelt musty and smokey, but in a good wey. Animuls, and children and love. A fiyer flickered in the back. I burrowed in to soft piols of fers and slept.