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Kids saw so much more than grown ups thought they did, Faye knew that. Faye had known this for years.
Like the woman who lived on the corner called Mrs Wishhart who tried to entice Roe and Faye over with cakes then grabbed Roe's hair and started screaming horrible things about her. Faye had seen that or something like it coming for weeks. Mrs Wishhart was weird, the kind of weird adult that kids had to avoid. Faye didn't know why she was like that, though. That was the problem. Faye knew there were secrets, but she didn't know what they were.
Like when she lived with her birth parents, she could always tell when her Dad had started using drugs again. She didn't know what to do about it, though. How to stop it, or what to tell her mother, who seemed to know but not care that much. She knew what to do now, of course. She has a social worker, and they all had a family counselor they saw twice a month, and she had Nonnie and Dom. But none of those things had helped her the first time it happened. That was the problem with being a kid, you had to suffer and blunder through the times where you knew absolutely nothing in order to learn anything.
Like right now. Faye did not know what was happening between Cai and Nonnie right now but she knew she wasn't supposed to be seeing it. She just knew it was big and bad.
They were just outside Dom's shed, and Cai was covered in sawdust as usual. Faye was watching from the kitchen window that looked out over the back yard; she'd stepped up to the sink to get a drink of water and looked out and seen them. Seen Cai step sharply backwards from Nonnie, his face distraught.
Distraught, shocked, angry; Cai burst into tears.
She'd never seen Cai cry before. Faye stared from the kitchen window, looking out at her foster family like she didn't recognise either one of them.
Like the woman who lived on the corner called Mrs Wishhart who tried to entice Roe and Faye over with cakes then grabbed Roe's hair and started screaming horrible things about her. Faye had seen that or something like it coming for weeks. Mrs Wishhart was weird, the kind of weird adult that kids had to avoid. Faye didn't know why she was like that, though. That was the problem. Faye knew there were secrets, but she didn't know what they were.
Like when she lived with her birth parents, she could always tell when her Dad had started using drugs again. She didn't know what to do about it, though. How to stop it, or what to tell her mother, who seemed to know but not care that much. She knew what to do now, of course. She has a social worker, and they all had a family counselor they saw twice a month, and she had Nonnie and Dom. But none of those things had helped her the first time it happened. That was the problem with being a kid, you had to suffer and blunder through the times where you knew absolutely nothing in order to learn anything.
Like right now. Faye did not know what was happening between Cai and Nonnie right now but she knew she wasn't supposed to be seeing it. She just knew it was big and bad.
They were just outside Dom's shed, and Cai was covered in sawdust as usual. Faye was watching from the kitchen window that looked out over the back yard; she'd stepped up to the sink to get a drink of water and looked out and seen them. Seen Cai step sharply backwards from Nonnie, his face distraught.
Distraught, shocked, angry; Cai burst into tears.
She'd never seen Cai cry before. Faye stared from the kitchen window, looking out at her foster family like she didn't recognise either one of them.
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