She had heard those words so often she thought ‘Don’t’ was her surname. Mum ruled her life.
There had been boys…each time mother had fallen ill, recovering miraculously when the boyfriend left.
Now, Mum sat in her room like a spider at the centre of her web. Wherever Mary was, Mum knew what she was doing and disapproved.
One night, years of resentment brought Mary to her mother’s room; Mary was inches away from her sleeping face with a pillow in her hands. It would soon be over.
She didn’t know where the voice came from.