Later, I lay on my bed looking at the ceiling. I was trying to make sense of all that happened to me since I arrived at Aunty M’s. I heard a thud coming from the attic. Must be Roma. I climbed the steps and pulled myself into the attic. I could see Roma sitting on the sofa with my mobile phone.
“Hi there,” I said, “how are things? Why didn’t you come to meet our grandparents?”
“Hi Florence. Sorry I couldn’t. I haven’t been feeling too good today. I’m finding it harder and harder to move. I really don’t feel the same as I did. Time is running out for me. Anyway what happened?”
“They are really great. They have wanted to get in touch with me for ages but the family wouldn’t let them have any contact with me. They were pretty surprised that I got in touch with them. I had to tell them how I found out.”
“What did they think? Did you tell them about me?” asked Roma.
“No of course I didn’t. Well I couldn’t, could I? I wanted to, but I don’t think they would believe me. Well I hardly believe myself! Now I have to decide what to do next. I know I’ve got to do something quickly. Mum and dad are back on Saturday, that’s just two days away.”
“Florence, what are you doing up there? Who are you speaking to?” came a voice from my room below.
“Omigod it’s Aunty M. What am I going to say?” I whispered.
“I don’t know Florence.”
And she melted away.
“Coming Aunty M,” I called.
I walked to the hatch and peered down. Aunty M was standing looking up towards the hatch. She had her hands on her hips and she didn’t look happy.