Our mother was a magician. She performed on stage and everything. She was brilliant. One day we came home from school and she had bricked herself up in the chimney.<\/p>\n
“I’m in here,” she said cheerily.<\/p>\n
“What are you doing in there,” I said.<\/p>\n
“Hiding,” she replied.<\/p>\n
“From who?” I asked.<\/p>\n
“Everyone,” she said.<\/p>\n
“How did you get in there, anyway?” Jane asked. “It’s tiny in there.”<\/p>\n
Jane knew that cause once she’d crawled in the fireplace and pushed her head up there looking for fairies, and she’d almost got her head stuck.<\/p>\n
“It was a bit of a squeeze,” Mum admitted. <\/p>\n
She must have done some impressive contortions to slide herself up there. I could see Jane looking up and down the wall, imagining Mum’s body all stretched out up the pipe, standing on tiptoes, her arms pointing right up to heaven. <\/p>\n
This still didn’t explain how she’d bricked up the fireplace behind her, but then Mum never did like explaining her tricks. She said it’d spoil them.<\/p>\n
“Now go outside and watch this,” she told us, and we went and sat in the garden and waited. Eventually there was a puff of smoke, and a great fat pigeon flew out of the chimney pot and fluttered away across the street.<\/p>\n
Two weeks later child protection arrived, and we’ve been in the orphanage ever since. They’re still looking for Dad.<\/p>\n
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Notes:<\/p>\n
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