"Where do you reckon he gets them from, Zoey?"
She yawns hugely. "Legoland?" she says. "Toytown?"
"Why are you being so horrible?"
She turns on the bed and looks at me. "Because he's boring and ugly
and you've got me, so I don't know why you're even interested. You
shouldn't have asked him for drugs. I told you I'd get them."
"You haven't exactly been around."
"Last time I looked, you were flat on your back in hospital and I was
visiting you!"
"And last time I looked, I was only there because you told me to jump
in a river!"
She sticks her tongue out, so I turn back to the window. Adam got
home ages ago, went inside for half an hour, then came back out and
started raking leaves. I thought he'd have knocked on the door by now.
Maybe we're supposed to go to him.
Zoey comes to stand beside me and we watch him together. Every
time he loads leaves onto the wheelbarrow, dozens of them fly off again in
the wind and settle back on the lawn.
"Hasn't he got anything better to do?"
I knew she'd think that. She doesn't have much patience for anything
she has to wait for. If she planted a seed, she'd have to dig it back up and
look at it every day to see if it was growing yet.
"He's gardening."
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The To Do List
General FictionTessa has just months to live. Fighting back against hospital visits, endless tests, drugs with excruciating side-effects, Tessa compiles a list. It's her To Do Before I Die list. And number one is Sex. Released from the constraints of 'normal' life...
