Bilgewater (2016)
“Come on now.”
Paula’s voice through the door was quieter, more bewildered than usual. I had come back the night before, running, running through the garden, dashed past her and father in the hall and upstairs into my bedroom. There I had locked the door, drawn the curtains, and flung myself on the bed. Much later when the various rantings and ravings and bangings on the landing had stopped I had got out of bed, taken all my clothes off and bundled them in a heap in the grate, pulled on my s...triped pyjamas, got into bed, covered my head and lay like a carcass under the blankets through the hot, late evening.
Clinking of a supper tray left cunningly on the landing, even a tactful cough and “I say Marigold. Anything wrong?” from father failed to penetrate the great heaviness of my soul.
At dead of night, I had got up and unlocked the door and stepped over the cold beans and sausages and gone to the bathroom and stood for ages looking in the glass, looking at my toothbrush wondering whether to brush my teeth, watching the toothpaste emerge from the tube and hang there.MoreLess
Paula’s voice through the door was quieter, more bewildered than usual. I had come back the night before, running, running through the garden, dashed past her and father in the hall and upstairs into my bedroom. There I had locked the door, drawn the curtains, and flung myself on the bed. Much later when the various rantings and ravings and bangings on the landing had stopped I had got out of bed, taken all my clothes off and bundled them in a heap in the grate, pulled on my s...triped pyjamas, got into bed, covered my head and lay like a carcass under the blankets through the hot, late evening.
Clinking of a supper tray left cunningly on the landing, even a tactful cough and “I say Marigold. Anything wrong?” from father failed to penetrate the great heaviness of my soul.
At dead of night, I had got up and unlocked the door and stepped over the cold beans and sausages and gone to the bathroom and stood for ages looking in the glass, looking at my toothbrush wondering whether to brush my teeth, watching the toothpaste emerge from the tube and hang there.MoreLess
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