see her lying among the cushions, completely still and silent. I turned to face the wall and closed my eyes again.
Throughout the night, as I slipped in and out of sleep, I was haunted by the same dream, over and over, though it felt more real than any dream. I could see Mum and Dad standing over me with Daisy tucked between them. They were all blurry and the room was spinning. Its white walls were fuzzy, and the stomach-churning stench of bleach burned my nostrils. I went to sit up, but my body was numb. I couldnât move, but I still felt like I was falling, and I could feel Grannyâs doll in my hand. That was all I could feel.
âWhat will we do? What are we supposed to do?â Mum asked in this tiny voice.
Whatâs wrong, Mum?
I asked.
Where am I?
But Mum didnât answer.
Daisy stepped forward. âHow could Granny have done it?â she asked, her voice all choked and spluttery. âHow could she?â
What is it, Daisy? Whatâs wrong?
âIf it hadnât been for what Granny did, this wouldnât have happened to Rosie, would it? She wouldnât be lying here like this.â
WHAT WOULDNâT HAVE HAPPENED, DAISY? WHY CANâT YOU HEAR ME?
âDonât say that, Daisy. Donât say it.â Dad took hold of her and she started screaming and sobbing.
âStop it. Just stop it!â Mum was frantic too. âBlame me, not Granny. Blame me. I knew about them. I knew sheâd been married before.â
WHY DIDNâT YOU TELL US, MUM? WHY DIDNâT YOU SAY?
Mum stroked my hair.
âI love you, darling. Iâm sorry, Iâm so sorry.â
She broke down on Dadâs shoulder, and Daisy started shaking like crazy, and a pale green curtain closed around us, and I screamed at the top of my lungs.
WHY CANâT YOU HEAR ME? WHATâS WRONG WITH YOU?
I was woken by something tickling my nose. There were fronds reaching through the open roof hatch, filling the air with the smell of leaves and sickly-sweet flowers. I sat bolt upright. I wasnât dreaming any more. I was awake, and still in the wagon in this weird place.
âSleep well?â asked Scarlet. She was standing right next to the bed. She must have been watching, waiting for me to wake up. Why hadnât she just woken me? She
should
have woken me. I hadnât meant to stay the whole night.
âThe sun coming up doesnât really make bad things go away, does it?â I said, swinging my legs over the bed. âI mean, itâs definitely not true that things always seem better in the morning. I need to go. I have to get out of here.â
âDonât get worked up, girl. Weâre going to get you dressed up real nice and then weâll go to Mother. I was certain she was going to come last night, but you donât always get what you want, do you?â
Scarlet opened the cupboard under the bed. It was actually a wardrobe, stuffed with dozens of dresses and costumes. I could see at least five feather boas. âIâm sure we can find something for you here. Itâs like a dressing-up box of the whole world, donât you think?â She rooted through the clothes, telling me the story of every outfit she pulled out. âThis beauty takes me back,â she said, swirling around with an emerald evening gown. It was split to the thigh and flicked out at the bottom like a mermaidâs tail. âMade its debut at the Hollywood premiere of
The Wrong Kind of Girl
. You know, the one where Marilyn plays a two-bit singer stuck in a blizzard at a bus stop with a rodeo star?â
âHavenât seen it,â I huffed. I couldnât help it. Iâm sure they all had an interesting story, but the way she was going on about each and every dress was starting to drive me crazy. âIs this going to take much longer?â
âI was a performer back then too,â she went on, ignoring me. âI worked the trapeze until my pregnant belly got too