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KIRSTEN, SEPTEMBER 2018

Perhaps Ian thinks she’s not watching him, as he gets out of the car. Look at him, he goes so slowly, like he can’t bear getting a moment closer to helping his family. She puffs her cheeks out. Maybe that’s unfair. The inspection is exhausting and stressful; she gets that. But Kirsten left him a voice message earlier, so he knows the deal. He didn’t reply. Didn’t even text to say he was coming home.

He’s reaching the kerb when Yvette appears. Kirsten watches him hesitate, probably wonder how he can get away, but he’s not quick enough. Yvette trots down the steps of her house. Is she interfering again? Sure, Kirsten’s super grateful for the occasional help with school drop-offs but that doesn’t buy Yvette the right to invade their family time.

‘Mummy, can we read this one?’

Kirsten looks over her shoulder to see Harriet holding up a picture book, one of Kirsten’s favourites.

‘In a minute, sweetheart.’

She looks out of the window again, to Ian and Yvette. They look very serious. Yvette is leaning in close to Ian. Ian isn’t leaning away. Kirsten would have loved to dissect the whole situation with Clare, like they used to, if she hadn’t had to keep her distance.

‘Please, Mummy, I want to read it now.’

Reluctantly, Kirsten tears her eyes away from the scene outside. Then she chides herself for her reluctance. No wonder her child has ‘behavioural’ issues, if Mummy would rather stare out the window at her interfering neighbour than read a book.

‘Of course, sweetie,’ Kirsten says, immediately over-bright. ‘We’ll read it on the sofa, shall we?’

She sits down on the sofa and gives Harriet one hundred per cent of her attention. Well, ninety-seven per cent anyway – the other three per cent of her brain is wondering when Ian will finally come through the door.

There’s the usual fumbling as the key turns in the lock.

‘Hi honey, I’m home,’ Ian shouts.

Kirsten considers not replying, just continuing to focus (now eighty per cent) on the picture book. But Harriet’s attention has shifted too.

‘We’re in here,’ calls Kirsten.

Ian comes in, gives Kirsten a quick peck on the lips, kneels down in front of Harriet.

‘Your mummy tells me you had a tricky day,’ he says to Harriet.

‘You got my voice message, then,’ Kirsten says, the criticism for a lack of response only just beneath the surface.

Meanwhile, Harriet shrugs.

‘You were a little bit naughty, though, I hear?’ Ian perseveres.

‘Maybe Yvette can solve it. How is the domestic goddess today?’ Kirsten can’t resist.