My rash act altered things. Suddenly Mother
agreed that I could spend a further fortnight
down in Devon. Father would smooth matters
with my school. He’d say I was insanely ill in
hospital, and that I needed significant recovery
time. From that moment, my relationship with
Mother changed. I was no longer her baby, but
a red-blooded adolescent. In fact she was careful
around me, in case I bubbled over. I’d won respect.
I wondered what secret things Mother and Father
had muttered about me. This was all immaterial
however. Elizabeth was the thing. I vowed to take
charge, to be her unflappable companion.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist