late,sweetheart. Sallyâs already upstairs in bed. Has Mum had the baby yet?â
âMm.â
âOh, wonderful! Is it a little girl or a little boy?â
âA boy.â
âWhatâs he going to be called?â
âSamson.â
âOh, thatâs a very special name. So, is Mum back from the hospital yet?â
I swallow painfully. âNot yet.
Please
may I speak to Sally, Mrs Edwards?â
âWell, Iâll go and see if sheâs still awake. Wonât be a moment, pet.â
I wait, rubbing my eyes, standing on one foot and then the other. âPlease please please let Sally come to the phone,â I whisper, over and over.
âHello?â she says sleepily.
And then I donât know what to say to her.
âHello? Ella, are you still there? What are you playing at?â
âIâm here. Hello, Sally,â I say in a tiny voice.
âWhat? I can hardly hear you! Why havenât you been at school? Iâve phoned you twice but you werenât there. Itâs been horrid without you. I havenât had anyone to go round with at play time. I ended up playing Piggy-in-the-Middle with Dory and Martha. Doryâs OK, sheâs quite good fun.Remember when she brought that mouse to school in her pocket? But I canât stick Martha â sheâs always showing off. Ella? Are you ill?â
âNo,â I say, though I realize Iâve been feeling ill for days. My head hurts and I feel sick and my tummyâs tight all the time.
I can hear Sallyâs mother talking in the background.
âOh, Mum says your mumâs had her baby!â
âYes.â
âYou lucky thing! Iâd give anything for a baby brother or sister. I think babies are so cute.â
âYouâve got Benjy.â
âYuck, he doesnât count, and heâs not a baby, heâs more like an
animal
. Is your baby a boy too? Watch out he doesnât grow up like our Benjy, heâs enough to drive you mental. Did I tell you he broke my pen the other day? You know, my real fountain pen. He
stabbed
me with it and bent the nib in two.â She pauses. âElla? Whatâs your baby like then? Are you allowed to feed it and dress it and all that?â
âWell, I suppose so. When he comes home.â
âIs he still in hospital then?â
I hear Mrs Edwards muttering again.
âIs he . . . all right?â says Sally.
âYes. Yes, he is. Heâs fine,â I say. I feel the tears spilling down my cheeks. âItâs my mum.â
âWhat do you mean, your mum?â
âShe isnât all right. Sheâs had something go wrong inside her head. Sheâs gone to sleep and she wonât wake up,â I whisper.
âYou mean sheâs
dead
?â says Sally.
Her mother exclaims and snatches the phone. âOh, Ella, sweetheart, how
awful
!â she says, sounding truly shocked.
âMumâs not dead, but â but sheâs in this coma thing.â Iâm crying so hard now I can barely talk.
âLet me speak to your dad, dear,â says Mrs Edwards.
âHeâs not my dad, heâs my stepdad,â I gabble, and then go running for Jack.
He stays on the phone to Mrs Edwards for ages. Itâs not fair. I wanted to have a proper talk with Sally. I wanted her to tell me how sorry she was and how sheâd give anything to make it up to me. I needed her to tell me sheâd be my best friend for ever, no matter what. I wanted her to say all those things but she didnât get a chance â and then Jack hangs up the phone before I even get to say goodbye to her.
âI didnât get to talk to her
properly
,â I sob.
âI know. But itâs getting really late now. And I think you should go to school tomorrow, so you can see her there and catch up with everything,â saysJack. He flops down wearily on the sofa and opens a can of beer. Heâs hardly touched his Chinese
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