the flu and I was only just 7. Iâm slower now though probably, with my hurting hand.
âAnd where was I when you were being born, hmm?â
I sit the robot in my lap and hold on to him. My burn is singing a stinging hot chilli song.
âCan you sit up?â she says. âIn fact move to the other seat so I can see you.â
I do what she says a little bit so she can probably only see the top of my school cap which I pull down. She reaches round and touches my knee, then comes back to change gear. Not a bad gear change, for a woman.
âWhere was Mummy when you were being born?â
âIn hospital.â
âThe same hospital as you were born in?â
Sheâs gone doolally. I nod.
âYes. So you came out of me?â
âYeeessss.â
âAnd Daddy was who got me pregnant?â
I giggle and she looks round and grins at me. When she turns back her face goes stiff.
âSo why did you say you were fostered today, in class?â
I shrug then smile at my robot, a bit of the beetroots making my face feel like my hand.
âRobertâs fostered, lovey. He was born to different people and we ââ
âI know.â
âWeâve got him only until his parents can straighten everything out in their lives. Some people struggle more than ââ
âI know I know I know I KNOW.â
Iâm breathing fast and the snake is thick inside.
âAlright, alright. So you canât be a foster kid unless something happens to Mummy and Daddy and you have to go live with other people but you know weâve made arrangements for if that happens. Not that itâs likely at all.â
I think Iâd rather go live with the real Jaws than be brung up by Auntie Deadly. When she hugs me my face gets wedged into her enormous fun bags. Dad is a big fan of fun bags but he says Auntie Deadly would have to lift her frock to show off hers.
Sheâs old now and actually my mumâs auntie. My great aunt. Only sheâs not great, sheâs crap.
She had a big fall once and Dad says she probably just tripped over her tits.
Mumâs ones are quite small but that doesnât matter, weâre all the same underneath. Except me. Sheâs talking about foster parenting again and how itâs our duty to play a part in the whole world and not just our bit of world and Iâve heard it heard it heard it heard it and me and my robot are looking out the window and forgetting to speak instead of nod so that she always makes us repeat ournodding in words. The robot is answering for me. Iâm not here.
âBut can you see how it would hurt our feelings then to have you say that in class? Can you see how Iâd be worried about you thinking that?â Then she says âI love you, you know, silly head.â But only to stop me embarrassing her at school again.
Weâre late for Robert cos of me which I donât mind. Whenever we get to his school I always try and be the first one to spot him before he sees us and before Mum sees him, which is pretty easy cos he doesnât have a school uniform and everyone else does. This is his new school while heâs with us and Social Services havenât coughed up the money for uniform yet. Mum hates that part, the getting money out of them. Meanwhile Robert just wears a white shirt and trousers until they buy him a uniform. We canât even get him a haircut without permission.
Today I see Robert first. Heâs not sitting in one of his usual spots reading, but standing with his arms round himself and shivering.
âRobertâs all wet, Mum.â
When he sees us he leans down and picks up his bag and walks slowly over.
âWhatâs happened to the poor love?â she says and unbuckles herself, puts on the handbrake and opens the door all at the same time. She rushes over and I watch their faces and mouths like itâs a film on TV somewhere where the soundâs turned down. Like