Donna Joy Usher - Chanel 01 - Cocoa and Chanel by Donna Joy Usher

Author:Donna Joy Usher [Usher, Donna Joy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery: Cozy - Police - New South Wales
ISBN: 9780987320
Publisher: Lush Publications
Published: 2013-07-17T00:00:00+00:00

9

Alright…Who Stole My Mother?

I picked Mum up from the train station the following evening. It took both of us to carry all her luggage to the car.

‘Geez,’ I said, as I struggled to load her enormous suitcase into the boot, ‘how long are you visiting?’

‘Well,’ she said, ‘the thing is I’m thinking of staying.’

I almost dropped her vanity bag in shock. Mum living in the big city? Mum, who had always preached about the peace and quiet of the country, giving it all up? My prudish, old-before-her-time mother, rubbing shoulders with my gay and drag queen friends? It didn’t bear thinking about.

‘Ahh Mum,’ I said, ‘King’s Cross is pretty full on.’

‘Bring it on,’ she said as she hopped into the passenger seat.

Bring it on? I mouthed. What the hell had happened to my Mother?

‘But won’t you miss all your friends?’

‘There’s always the phone,’ she said. ‘Oh and I’ve got an email account now.’

It took us a couple of trips to get all of Mum’s stuff from the underground parking area up to the apartment, where it crowded my small living area. Mum was going to be sleeping on the sofa-bed, and I wasn’t sure how long it was going to work if she did indeed stay.

‘Did I mention it only has one bedroom?’ I said.

‘Oh it will do just fine until I find a place of my own.’

‘Wow,’ I said, ‘you’ve really thought this through.’

‘You’re not the only one who got bored with Hickery. Speaking of which, have you heard from Becky?’ She opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle of wine out and poured some into a couple of glasses she found in a cupboard.

‘Mum,’ I said as she took her first sip, ‘you don’t drink.’

‘What ever gave you that idea?’

She handed me a glass and I took a huge gulp as I sat down on the couch. ‘Becky’s good. They’re working in Kalgoorlie.’ I took another sip of my wine before saying, ‘What are you planning to do for work?’

The words were just out of my mouth when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Martine with a bottle of bubbly in her hand.

‘I heard about Rosie,’ she said.

‘Martine,’ I said, raising my eyebrows, ‘meet my Mum.’ I hoped she’d get the hint. I didn’t want to freak Mum out just yet.

She nodded her head slightly and I moved aside to let her in. Bouncing straight over to Mum she held out her hand and said, ‘I’m Martine. So pleased to meet you Mrs Smith.’

‘Call me Lorraine,’ Mum said.

I glanced between the two of them. In truth they were far closer in age than Martine and I were. Mum had popped me out at the tender age of 19, so she’d celebrated her 40th when I’d had my 21st.

I pulled the cork on the bubbly while they chatted, desperately trying to put a finger on the change in Mum. The problem was that my fingers just weren’t big enough. The changes in Mum were huge.

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