No Greater Love - Box Set by Prowse Amanda

Author:Prowse, Amanda [Prowse, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781781859148
Publisher: Head of Zeus

By the time Lydia made her way into the kitchen nearly an hour later, the laundry was ready to be pegged out, the table was set for breakfast, bacon was crisping under the grill and Kathryn was standing at the sink, ready to face the day.

The first she knew of her daughter’s arrival was when the chair legs scraped on the wooden floor.

‘Good morning, Lydi! Did you have sweet dreams?’

There was no response from her daughter, whose head lay on her arms which formed a triangular cradle on the table.

‘Lydia, I said did you have sweet dreams?’

Kathryn approached her slowly and stroked her hair away from her shoulder.

‘What?’ Lydia shouted, yanking the two tiny white headphones from her ears.

‘Sorry, darling, I didn’t realise you were plugged in, I was just asking if you—’

‘Oh my God! What on earth have you done to your hair? It looks awful! Really awful!’

Kathryn chose to ignore the comments, as she had no adequate response.

‘Would you like some bacon?’

‘Would I like some bacon?’ Lydia’s voice climbed in incomprehension. Why had the subject been changed? Had her mother finally flipped?

‘What are you two shouting about?’ Dominic was an unwelcome addition to the already uncomfortable conversation.

‘I wasn’t shouting.’ Kathryn corrected him.

‘Jesus Christ, Mother, what’s with the wet look? You look like a mental patient. Seriously, like a real total freak! For God’s sake, sort it out. My friends might see you!’

‘Would you like some bacon, Dominic?’

‘Would I like some bacon?’

‘That’s where you came in, Dom.’ Lydia rolled her eyes. ‘I was telling her how totally weird she looks with whatever you call that thing going on with her hair and she replied with “Would you like some bacon?” I think she’s finally lost the plot or, as I’ve been saying recently, not that anyone listens to me, she is seriously menopausal—’

‘Can you two please stop talking about me as though I am not here; it is really very rude and hurtful. What does it matter what my hair looks like? It’s only hair! Now, more importantly, can I get anyone some bacon?’

For some reason this was hilarious to her teenage children, who chortled and slapped the table until tears began to gather, among wheezes of ‘Bacon!’ And then back to laughing.

‘Good morning, family Brooker! My goodness, what is all this jollity for, first thing in the morning? What have I missed?’

‘Mum…’ Dominic managed before pointing and collapsing again.

Mark ruffled his son’s long hair and smiled at the twosome.

‘Come on, you two, nothing can be that funny.’

‘It is!’ Lydia squawked.

He shook his head.

‘Kathryn, is there any chance of some bacon?’

This sent the two into hysterical convulsions and their dad had little option but to join in, the laughter being impossibly infectious. The three sat at the table and laughed and prodded each other and laughed some more and occasionally pointed at Kathryn’s head. It was all very, very funny.

Kathryn picked up the wicker basket and loaded the wet bed linen into it. She wandered out to the clothes line with her floral bag of dolly pegs.

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