Extract - Dizzy
Dad is talking to someone in the living room. ‘Dizzy?’ he shouts. ‘Can you come through here a minute?’
The visitor is small and tanned with smiley wrinkles and hair so short it’s practically shaven. She has about a million earrings all in the same ear, as well as a stud through her right eyebrow. She’s wearing weird stripy trousers that are baggy at the top and tight around the ankle, and a faded vest top with no bra underneath. Yeuchhh.
‘Dizzy, hi,’ she says.
‘Hi,’ I mutter, looking at Dad for clues. He just stares back, looking shocked and scared and flustered.
‘I can’t believe how much you’ve grown,’ she says. ‘How beautiful you are. I can’t believe that this is really happening…’
My mouth feels suddenly dry, and the floor seems to shift under my feet. I look at the tanned, smiley face with the shiny blue eyes and the glint of gold studs. I take a deep breath in, frowning.
‘Hello Mum,’ I say.
