asking.â
âIs someone you know in trouble?â
â No , Dad.â
âWell, what do you mean by ânot rightâ?â
âSay this friend caught a wild bird, a big one, like a pelican, and wanted to keep it as a pet. But you knew that birdâthe pelican, or another kind of big bird like a pelicanâwasnât happy being kept as a pet, but your friend wanted to keep it, what would you do?â
âYou remember what happened to that sulphur-crested cockatoo, love, even after weâd fixed its wing and youâd dug up grubs for it and looked after it? And you remember how upset you were, even though it wasnât your fault?â
Jelly nodded, remembering the cold stiff body at the bottom of the shoebox, the matted white feathersâ nothing like the bird that had once squawked and chattered and flown.
âYou know how I feel about wild birds, love.â
âYeah,â Jelly said, and she did. And knowing that she and her dad felt the same way was some comfort.
15
the hospital
âDonât be frightened by how Nonna looks, darling,â Jellyâs mum said quietly. âThe painkillers make her a little drowsy, so she might not seem herself.â
Jellyâs stomach flipped around as a nurse ushered them along a squeaky linoleum corridor. She peered into some of the open rooms and saw old people sleeping or gazing up at television screens that hung from the ceilings. Their skinny bodies made hills and valleys in a landscape of pale blue cotton blankets. Surely her nonna couldnât look like that? Her mumâs grip tightened around her hand.
âMrs Mancini?â said the nurse as she entered a dark, quiet room. The curtain was drawn around the bed. âYour family is here to see you.â
Jelly took a deep breath and peered around the curtain.
Nonna was sitting up in bed, watching TV with the sound down. When she saw them she snorted. â Finalmente ! At last, some good visitors.â
âYouâre looking a little better today!â Jellyâs mum said.
âShall I pull back the curtain for you, Mrs Mancini?â the nurse asked.
Nonna shrugged. âOpen, close. I no care. It no matter to me. My eyes so bad it all the same.â
Jellyâs mum rolled her eyes at the nurse. The nurse smiled and left the room.
âHi, Nonna,â Jelly said, holding out the pink carnations they had bought at the florist downstairs.
âCome here, bella. Kiss you nonna.â She frowned. âI no need flowers to get better. I just need my beautiful grandchildren.â Jelly kissed her grandmother dutifully on both velvety cheeks but Nonna pulled her into a fierce hug.
âJelly, Iâm going to talk to the doctors. Iâll be back soon,â said her mum.
âWhy you call her Jelly ?â Nonna grumbled. âShe already have good name.â
Jellyâs mum raised an eyebrow at her.
âIâll be fine,â Jelly said and hopped up onto Nonnaâs bed.
Nonna frowned. âCourse she be fine. What you think? Here, bella. Look in Nonnaâs bag. I have chocolates.â
Jellyâs mum left the room and Nonna shuffled over to make room for Jelly against the mountain of crisp white pillows.
âI have TV in bed. Good, eh?â Then she leaned in and frowned. âBut food! Food is disgustoso ! You nonna no can eat this food. Look how skinny you nonna get.â She pinched a roll of fat from her wide, wide stomach, and laughed. Jelly smiled to hear her nonna back in full form.
They watched some bad daytime TV for a while, without bothering to put the sound up. Nonna caressed Jellyâs small hand in her big rough one, her fingers as knobbled as old grapevines. Jelly used to hate it when Nonna wanted to hold her hand all the time, especially when she was little, but now she didnât mind so much.
A big white bird wheeled past the window, floating effortlessly against the sun-bleached sky.