![]() ![]() Were the irresponsible, cantankerous teenage years going to stretch into infinity? She adored her children, but there were times when she felt 149 instead of plain old 49. Instead she’d opted for inner calm, which had been no easy task. ![]() As a single mother – darling Pierce had died when Rory had been three – it was either that or hit up the doctor for a long-term tranquilliser prescription. She’d trained herself to mark homework despite chaos breaking out all around her. Meg O’Malley looked up from the homework she’d been marking since 6.30am. “All I want is the money for the dry cleaning,” yelled Ali. Mum, all I want is a little nut butter,” said Louise crossly. The college ball was three months ago, but the argument about the ruined dress still raged on. “The same way you didn’t pay to dry-clean the dress you borrowed from me, huh?” “Bet you won’t pay for the agave syrup,” snapped Ali, eating Rice Krispies. ![]()
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