“Ute and I negotiated, and she said if I sat down with her and took time with spooning my porridge she would stop asking questions. I told her I would, because my father’s face was tucked away in a secret place. I knew she would continue to ask questions. She couldn’t stop herself. The kitchen table had shrunk since I had been away, but everything else had multiplied and I found the kitchen was the most unsettling room of all. The quantity of things, the overwhelming choice of what to look at, p...ressed me to my chair and made me shut my eyes. The row of pots with always available tea, coffee, and sugar; larger containers marked SELF-RAISING and PLAIN; a blender gathering greasy dust; a roll of soft paper on a wooden stick; a shiny toaster that I avoided eye contact with; hooks with assorted mugs; a white fridge made multicoloured by magnets. I couldn’t understand why a family of three needed seven saucepans when there were only four rings on the cooker; why the utensil pot held nine wooden spoons if there were only seven pans; and how we could ever eat the amount of food available in the cupboards and the fridge.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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