“It just reinforces the idea.”
“Trust me, you made it very clear.”
“Why, Kerry?”
“They needed someone.”
“I want to know why youreallydid it.”
I shrug, shoving my hands awkwardly into my pockets. “For you. I took that job for you.”
Skylar is silent for a few moments; I don’t know whether she’s about to yell at me or bring my mother’s vase crashing down over my head. Maybe she’ll do both, in that order.
“Their uniform is gross.”
A laugh escapes my lips that doesn’t go down well.
“I’m never wearing that.”
“I imagine that’ll be fine for the first few days.”
“Purple is a shit colour.”
I think that’s her new favourite word. At least it’s better thanfuck.
“I’m sure it’ll look great on you.”
She crosses her arms and raises her eyebrow.
“It’ll be fine, you’ll see. Apart from the shitty uniform.”
“Are you talking about me? Or about yourself?”
I sigh. “Both.” There’s no point lying to her. “We’ll find a way to get through this, Skylar. I promise.”
“She promised that, too.”
“What?”
“That everything would be fine.”
“Skylar…”
“I believed her. And now I’m stuck here, with you.”
“I’m sorry it’s me looking after you, now,” I tell her, sincerely.
“I’m sorry, too.”
And she seems even more sincere than me.
I open the door to three sixty-year-old-women leaving the room. I step inside, where I find her rolling up a mat.
“The fact that we’re forced to see each other now because you’re living with Mum and Dad doesn’t mean you can just turn up at my work.”
Apparently, every woman in this town has the same reaction just at the sight of me, family or not. Apart from my mother – luckily, she’s always the same.
“Why? Does your boss not like it?”
