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‘Ah, for feck sake.’ Greta muttered to herself as her mobile played the melodious sound of a harp, ‘What does she want now?’ She put down the wooden spoon she was using to taste the pasta sauce on the cooker. The name of her aunt Noreen appeared on the screen that was propped against the back window pane. The red phone symbol jumped, demanding to be answered. From behind her a screech of rubber of the old tiled floor made her turn her head. “Mom, Toby won’t let me have my...
She was dead or would be dead very soon. Nora had laid the groundwork, dropping hints to neighbours, passing comments to the doctor and to family of course. Nothing too obvious. Letting them drag it out of her about her concern: that her mother was starting to ‘ramble’, that she was not taking her pills right, that she had to be reminded to take them and to be watched like a hawk to make sure she did. But it was Nora that was making sure the mother didn’t take them right. All for a home of her own. It was not as if she didn’t earn it.&n...
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