![]() ![]() ‘Amy, you’re hurt!’ Mum pushed past Dad and came to kneel next to me. I hadn’t thought my skin would be so thin. On the fortieth piece, a shard broke through my skin, spilling bright red blood. She pulled at her top, exposing her décolletage. And there’s clearly only one thing you think I’m good at these days,’ Mum said, leering. ‘What do you want me to do? I don’t have any skills. ![]() They required a bit of twisting to retrieve, but the others I could pick up with ease and place in my hand. They were all different sizes, and some had gotten stuck in the carpet. I inched around behind them and started to pick up the pieces of glass. If I don’t sing, you have to get a job.’ Dad shook his head. ![]() ‘Give up this stupid dream already.’ ‘And do what? I can’t afford your habits any other way. ‘You’re so uptight.’ She walked up to Dad and put her hands on his shoulders, shaking them. ‘I’ll throw whatever I want to throw!’ Mum yelled. ![]()
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