For the first time since she’d left
home, when she woke in the morning, her head and her heart aching, there was
dried blood on the sheets.
She lay for a long time staring at
the ceiling. She didn’t want to get
up. She wanted to hide, here, in her
room, and never have to see anyone, do anything. She heard Luke moving about in the kitchen,
banging cupboards, the sound of the kettle boiling and then hurried footsteps
down the passage, various muttered imprecations and the slam of the front door. Still she stayed in bed.
The light drifted across the
window and her room brightened.
In the end she knew she had to get
up. Life went on. Her father’s abuse had taught her that. Sighing, she climbed out of bed and went through
to the kitchen. She put on the
kettle. Tea would help. Tea always helped. Even though her father had been from
Yugoslavia and her mother from Italy, she had always found tea made her feel
better. She loved coffee; she made good
coffee in the café; she drank too many cups of coffee a day. But somehow tea calmed her. The ritual of making it. The wait while it brewed. The careful precise mixture of milk and tea
and time to make a good cuppa. Forced
patience and focus. Zen.
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