When I’m at Dad’s the rain smells like freshly cut grass and wood smoke. First thing in the morning Dad checks the weather. “Supposed to rain later, better get out there and mow the lawns. I can see the flowers.” Robyn gets up and wraps her fluffy robe around her. “How about I light the fire?” I flip on the jug and make us all cups of tea. The fire’s roaring by the time Dad comes in smelling like grass and petrol. “Go have a shower Terry, you stink,” Robyn calls from the kitchen. The rain starts to fall. The sweetness of the decapitated daisies fills the house and as I open the door to the fire to place more wood on the flames, the smoke seeps out with the heat. I lie on the rug in front of the fire and sip my tea.
Opening my eyes I can see that the room is cast in shadows. The light trying to push through the curtains fails and I am left to wallow in semi-darkness. I wiggle my legs under the blanket. Thinking it’s a game Artie pounces and attacks the duvet covers, intent on killing it. She turns her fluffy face to me, meowing, she runs out to the lounge room prompting me to feed her. She’s such a greedy little fur-baby. I roll over and feign sleep.
“Race ya to the top!” I yell, reaching for the first branch. I pull myself up, my long limbs swing and pull my way to the top. I laugh as I climb because I know I will win, I always do. I go as far as I dare, the branches have thinned out so I can see the sun going to sleep behind the hills.
“I win!” looking down I can see Mikey and Riki puffing, too afraid to come further.
“You cheated!” Riki says
“No I didn’t, you’re just slow.”
“Well you’re just a stupid girl!”
“I’m not stupid.”