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Going inside for plasters now.

She still won’t wake up. I say to her, ‘Doc, I got lollies. Eating them all now, Doc. If you don’t want me to, you’d better wake up.’

She doesn’t wake.

Going for plasters.

Find an old blanket on the truck floor. Put it over her. Kiss her cheek. She doesn’t say, ‘Eww, townie weirdo,’ so I’m going.

‘Stay there then,’ I say. ‘Going for plasters.’

The lady who said she is my aunty Jade left me the phone and told me to keep dialling 111. And I did, and someone is coming.

But I’m going in, gonna tell Uncle Stu, right to his face, he’s not my uncle Stu. I might tell him, ‘Hate you.’ Then I’ll grab the plasters and I’ll grab Aunty Kat and take her right out the door with me.

He’ll be stunned. He won’t know what to say. He’ll just stand there feeling embarrassed about himself.

I run to the house, open the door and walk in.

Step on a piece of fish, keep walking. Treading it through the house now, because who cares? We leaving. Grabbing our stuff and we leaving.