I was down at Uma’s tonight. There was a time when I’d never have hung out round there, ’cos Uma used to be a proper loon, but she’s a bit different now. I wish other people could see it. Uma don’t smoke weed anymore so she’s not as paranoid. She never even sees Tiffany or Ashleen who she used to go drinking with in the park.
It’s not like Uma’s suddenly an angel or nothing. I just reckon her stepdad going to jail and her mum leaving her with Clinton just gave her a big wake-up call. My mum still don’t trust Uma though. She never will.
“How is she surviving for money? That’s what I wonder!” my mother keeps saying. “Mugging grannies and dealing drugs, I reckon! Or much worse! And that devil dog of hers wants to be put down too.”
Me and Uma never mugged any grannies tonight. We shared a box of cookies and talked about King Lear.