Nina sits at the kitchen table, chopping potatoes for dinner. She is wearing a loose woollen jumper, the sleeves rolled back to her elbows, and a long skirt. She hums as she works. Her voice is light and clear. Wisps of auburn hair escape from the clip at the nape of her neck, and spiral out from the sides of her head. She bustles around the kitchen, tidying and arranging; she takes a small aerosol from her handbag and sprays inside Ian’s boots and her sequinned slipper-shoes, and my shoes, if they are there. She does this every day.
Nina looks at me with concerned eyes whenever I speak to her, and I find her words and reactions reassuring. I get the impression she would like to ruffle my hair or pinch my cheek if I do something nice, or helpful or teasing.
Nina is making a Spanish omelette for dinner. The cooking smells fill the living room and make my stomach rumble. The omelette is very tasty; I have a second helping.
Nina looks at me with concerned eyes whenever I speak to her, and I find her words and reactions reassuring. I get the impression she would like to ruffle my hair or pinch my cheek if I do something nice, or helpful or teasing.
Nina is making a Spanish omelette for dinner. The cooking smells fill the living room and make my stomach rumble. The omelette is very tasty; I have a second helping.
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