Chapter 1115 The Lost Cunty Girl:>Ep51

• Mummy reads Jamie's mind as a matter of course, and had been doing it since he was a toddler; now she was doing it to me; more proof, if any was needed, that she was my mum now. After the usual superb lunch, Markie took Dada Morrison for a tour of the garden and greenhouse, leaving Mummy and me in peace to talk, with Nia, as always, perched comfortably on her lap. Mummy always has this air of distracted attentiveness when she has the grandchildren with her; she looks like she's miles away, totally absorbed in spooning apricot custard into little mouths, and suddenly she'll ask a sharp, insightful question, demonstrating yet again that her multi-tasking skills are far superior to mine, or to anyone I knew.
• "Why you worry for nothing, Julie?" she asked me gently. "Nguye't and Jamie not back until Tuesday, she talk to you then, do not fret; if anything is wrong she tell you, do not worry, little girl!"
• I couldn't help worrying though; these people were my family, but they were strangers. What if they were like my mother? What if they were as big a bunch of bastards as my mother had been? What was I letting myself in for? I still had time to grin at her calling me 'little girl', though, and she smiled back, smoothing the hair back out of my eyes.