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Shift, switch. Di saw the empty plate next to the chair, and an old movie playing on the television. ‘Poor Linda’, she thought, fully realising it would have been Linda that did all the prep work for this meal, but she wouldn’t have been the one who ate it. Di knew this simply by what was on the television – Linda didn’t watch old movies like this.

She went to pick up the plate and get started on the dishes when she glanced over at the phone. She saw a text from the mother, and immediately a groan escaped through her clenched teeth. The mother knew just how to upset the Collective. This was probably why she found herself out here – Di had to deal with the mother the majority of the time, even though she hated doing it.

She put the phone down and then purposefully picked it back up again, and deleted the message from the mother. She didn’t want Jo or Josephine to see it, as they would feel compelled to answer her. Di knew damn well the teens were struggling at the moment, and any contact with the mother would just make it worse.

Putting the phone down again, she took the plate out to the kitchen and then started to clean up before she was gone from the front once more.