скачать книгу бесплатно
Tizz said, “You reckon?”
I think it must be dreadful to be so untrusting. But Tizz is one of those people, she has a very dim view of human nature. Even though she knows Mum can’t help being sick, she gets impatient.
“Let’s go through pockets,” I said.
We went through all of Mum’s pockets, and all of our own, but all we came up with was a 5p piece.
Tizz said, “Try down the side of the sofa. That’s what they do in books. They always manage to find something.”
We didn’t find anything at all. Not unless you count an old button, plus a needle that stuck in my finger and made me yelp.
“Is that blood?” quavered Sammy.
Tizz said, “Yes, but it’s not yours, so you don’t have to start freaking out! Let’s go and see if there’s anything in Mum’s secret stash.”
She meant the old Smarties tube where Mum sometimes hoarded 20p pieces. We raced through to Mum’s bedroom and sure enough, in the top drawer of her dressing table, there was the Smarties tube and oh! Hooray! It had something in it.
We carried it through to the kitchen and upended it. 20p pieces rolled about the table. Greedily, we counted them off into piles.
“That’s £4.60,” said Tizz.
It did seem wrong to be taking Mum’s money, especially when I had this unhappy feeling she’d probably been keeping it to buy something for Sammy’s birthday, but it couldn’t be helped.
“So how much have we got altogether?” I said. I waited for Tizz to add things up, cos she is good at arithmetic. She did some sums on a bit of paper.
“£14.75.”
Sammy’s face lit up. “That’s a lot,” she said.
It sounded like a lot. But was it? I wasn’t sure. I realised that I simply didn’t know. I had no idea what anything cost! When Mum sent us up the road it was usually just for bread, or milk, or maybe a tin of something. She’d give us a couple of pounds, and we’d hand it over and come back with the change, but I’d never properly bothered to count how much change. I’d always just accepted whatever Mrs Petrides gave us. It had never occurred to me to check prices. If Mum said buy a large loaf, I bought a large loaf. I picked it off the shelf and took it to the checkout and that was that.
I wished, now, that I’d paid a bit more attention.
Tizz was busy on another load of sums. She looked up and glared, fiercely, across the table.
“I don’t think,” she said, “that a person can live on 49p a day.”
I said, “What are you talking about?”
“49p,” said Tizz. “That’s how much we’ll each have to live on if Mum is away for ten days.”
I looked at her, doubtfully. I wasn’t sure what you could actually buy for 49p. Just bars of chocolate, maybe, or packets of crisps. But they weren’t healthy! Even I knew that.
“We’ve got all this stuff,” I said, pointing at the tins we’d taken out of the cupboard.
“Yeah.” Tizz barely glanced at them. “That’ll go a long way.”
I did wish she would stop being so negative all the time. It really didn’t help. I pointed out that people had been known to survive on nothing but bread and water for days on end.
“Just so long as you have enough to drink,” I said. “That’s the main thing.”
“We’ll starve,” said Tizz.
“We won’t starve!” Didn’t she listen to a word I said? “Watch my lips: we are not going to starve. I won’t let us!”
“Dunno what you think you’re gonna do about it,” said Tizz. She scrunched up the paper she’d been doing her sums on and hurled it savagely across the room. “Mum might at least have left us some money!”
I said, “She didn’t know.” It wasn’t like Mum planned these things. She just got overwhelmed. “Anyway,” I said, “after yesterday she probably doesn’t have any money.”
Yesterday had been such a good day. Mum’s friend Nikki had come round with her boyfriend and we’d all gone off to the Carnival on the Common. It’s held every year, but this was the first time we’d ever been. There were all kinds of stalls, where you could play Guess the Weight or have a lucky dip or throw hoop-las, and lots of different rides, some of them quite scary. Well, I found them scary! I am a bit of a cowardy custard like that. Tizz was eager to try everything, and Mum let her. Like she let Sammy have three goes at the lucky dip, until she managed to pick something she really wanted.
We were so busy enjoying ourselves we didn’t ever stop to wonder where the money was coming from. Mum just kept laughing, and spending, and Nikki and her boyfriend kept saying, “Go for it!” Like egging her on. Encouraging her. Mum doesn’t need encouragement! Not when she’s all hyper. She needs someone to take charge and be responsible.
I should have taken charge. I should have been responsible. I knew Mum couldn’t afford to pay for all those rides, and all those goes on the lucky dip. Plus we all had vegeburgers, and doughnuts, and fizzy drinks. And Mum paid for Nikki and her boyfriend. And they let her. Just taking advantage of Mum’s good nature. They know when she’s on a high she loses all control.
She’d gone off again, that evening, to meet them. She’d been in a mad whirl, all laughing and flying about from room to room, trying on clothes then tearing them off again.
“Darlings, how do I look? Do I look like a hag?”
Like she ever could! Mum is really pretty. Very slim and delicate, with big blue eyes and a foaming mass of hair, red as the setting sun.
“I feel haglike,” she said. “I can’t go out feeling haglike!”
How I wished, now, that she hadn’t gone out. But we’d assured her she looked beautiful, and we’d even helped her, in the end, choose which clothes to wear. She’d gone waltzing off, as happy as could be. But I couldn’t help wondering how much money she’d had left. It couldn’t have been very much; not after her mad spending spree. Almost nothing, I’d have thought. How was she going to manage, without any money?
Tizz could obviously sense what was going through my mind.
“It’s that Nikki,” she said. “She leads Mum astray.”
“She’s supposed to be Mum’s friend,” I said.
Tizz snorted. “Some friend!”
I wondered if Nikki knew that Mum hadn’t come home. I couldn’t ring her cos I didn’t have her number. I didn’t even know where she lived.
“Her and that stupid Zak.” Tizz said it vengefully. “They’re the ones that made Mum spend all her money!”
They certainly hadn’t done anything to stop her. But then neither had I. On the other hand, even if I’d tried I doubt Mum would have taken any notice. She’d just have laughed and cried, “Oh, darling, don’t be such a bore! You take life far too seriously. Try to have a bit of fun, for once.”
I had had fun! It had been the best day I could remember for a long time. And now I was feeling guilty.
I thrust my hair back, behind my ears.
“We’ll manage,” I said. “Don’t worry!” I leaned over and gave Sammy a hug. She had been listening, solemnly, darting anxious glances from one to the other of us. “What we have to do,” I said, “is decide what’s most important. Stuff we need to keep us going. Like bread, and milk, and stuff.”
Sammy brightened. “Fishy fingers!”
“Chips,” said Tizz.
I said, “Chips aren’t good for you. We’ve got to have stuff that’s healthy. Like pasta,” I said. “That’s supposed to be good for you.”
Tizz pulled a face. “Bo-ring!”
“Doesn’t matter if it’s boring. You don’t think when people go to the North Pole they worry about stuff being boring? They worry about what’s good for them, like – I don’t know! Dried fish, and stuff.”
“You gotta be joking,” said Tizz, “if you think we’re going to eat dried fish!”
I could see that my task was not going to be easy. Tizz is just so difficult at times.
“Wait there,” I said. I went back to the bedroom and dug a notebook out of my school bag. “Right!” I slapped it down on the table. Tizz eyed it suspiciously.
“What’s that for?”
“We need to work things out,” I said.
“You mean, you’re going to get all bossy?”
I said, “Well, someone has to. Would you rather it was you?”
Tizz hunched a shoulder.
“You want to take over?” I pushed the pad towards her, but she shoved it back at me.
“I don’t want it!”
I knew she wouldn’t. The thing about Tizz, she may be sharp as needles and full of mouth, but she is far too impatient to ever sit down and actually plan anything. She also hates being told what to do. It is a constant battle! I know that I am not as bright as she is, but I do usually get things done in the end. Slow but sure, is what Mum says.
“OK!” I reached out for a pen. “We’re going to sit here,” I said, “and make a shopping list.”
(#ulink_8ee30abc-8572-5496-b1a1-b8c2e1334f63)
In the end, we made two lists. The first was things we had to have:
Bread
Milk
Marge
Cheese
Eggs
Cereal
Mostly chosen by me.
The second was things we’d like to have:
Pizza
Fish Fingers
Chocolate Biscuits
Orange Squash
Sugar
Jam
Meatballs
All of them chosen by Tizz and Sammy.
“We’ll have to go to Tesco,” I said. “You can get stuff cheaper there.”
Tizz didn’t like that idea. She complained that it was a long way to walk and we’d have to carry heavy bags back with us. I told her that couldn’t be helped.
“We’ve got to go where it’s cheapest.”
Tizz said, “That’s not fair on Mr Petrides. He’s a small shopkeeper. He has to be saved! It’s people like you,” said Tizz, “that put people like him out of business.”
I did feel a slight twinge of guilt, cos in the past Mr and Mrs Petrides had been really good to us. Sometimes when Mum ran out of money they’d actually let us take stuff and pay for it later. You couldn’t do that at Tesco. But I hardened my heart. I had to! It was a question of survival.
“I bet if we asked him,” said Tizz, “he’d let us have things on tick.”
On tick was what Mum called it when she couldn’t afford to pay. I think maybe it meant that Mr Petrides put a tick by the side of her name in his account book.
“We’ll only do that if we get desperate,” I said. “Otherwise he might ask questions, like where’s your mum or why hasn’t she been in?”
“Mm… I s’ppose.” Tizz said it reluctantly, but at least it stopped her arguing. The one thing we were terrified of was people asking questions. We’d be safe in Tesco cos nobody knew us.
I put all the money in my purse except for five £1 coins and five 20p pieces. Tizz watched, suspiciously.
“What are you doing with that lot?”
I said, “Saving it. I’m going to put this –” I scooped up the 20p pieces – “in here.” I dropped them into the saucer that Mum kept on the windowsill. “They’re in case we need a bit extra. And this –” the five pound coins – “is our emergency fund. I’m going to leave it indoors so we can’t spend it. I’m going to hide it somewhere. Somewhere safe. Like…” I roamed about the kitchen, looking for a hiding place. “In with the flour!”
There was a half packet of flour in the cupboard, with an elastic band wrapped round it. I pushed the coins in there and put the flour back on the shelf.
Tizz said, “I bet that’s the first place a burglar would think of looking.”
I told her that I wasn’t scared of burglars. “I’m scared of it getting lost.”
“Like it absolutely would,” said Tizz, “if it wasn’t hidden in a bag of flour. I mean, if it was just put in an ordinary purse like any normal person would put it.”
“I just don’t want us being tempted into spending it,” I said. “We’ve got to have something to fall back on.”
