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hairdressers full of anticipation and smugness. She looked good and felt even better. Adam wont know what hit him, she thought to herself. She definitely felt the deck was stacked in her favour. Adam might be beautiful, but she was determined and more importantly, she was horny, and that was a winning combination in her book. She strode on towards the home, sniffing the air like a feral animal trying to detect a vulnerable prey. The afternoon smelled of delicious flavours only the sexually deprived would notice. The hot sun was heating the atmosphere to a sweaty and salty sweetness. It had been some time since she had tasted the savoury delights of a man’s body and she could not wait to jump into Adams particular pool of flavours.
    Living with her mum had a detrimental effect on her love life for sure, and it wasn’t even that her mum minded her bringing guys home, she was all for 'her Vera' landing a man, but unfortunately, the guys did mind.  When her mum passed away, she thought that side of things would automatically right itself, but the well had run dry and so had she. Now new blood had presented itself and she wasn’t about to let a new fresh spring turn arid and bake in the sultry sun.

Chapter Twenty 
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    Returning home, Lucy felt as if a something physical and emotional had shifted from her earthly body. A serene feeling overwhelmed her and rendered her free from the nonsense of everyday life. She moved through her chores of laundry and boring tedious housework with a carefree and disembodied drift. She pulled together a dinner of sausages and canned alpha betty spaghetti, her girls favourite. They liked to make silly words that always made them laugh. Always.
    While the sausages were cooking, Lucy went upstairs to check on them. She didn’t have to go to their rooms, their laughing innocent voices told her where they were and what they were doing. She went along to her bedroom and picked up the pill bottle that she dropped yesterday. She shook her head at how stupid she had nearly been, put them in her pocket and went back downstairs. The sausages were almost ready, sizzling and spitting fat on the stove. She removed the pills from the bottle and crushed them with the bottom of a glass, and then she shared the powdery mixture between two glasses and filled them with ice-cold milk from the fridge.
    ‘Girls, dinners ready, wash your hands and come down.’
    The food had barely made it to the plate before two hungry and happy mouths descended the stairs at break neck speed and landed at the kitchen table.  They chattered about their day and how they were going to brag at school the next day, how while the rest of them were stuck in a horrible class room, that they were out in the park and having a blast, skipping school with their cool mom.  They ate every bit, and even managed to wipe up spaghetti sauce with bread and butter. Washing down their delicious dinner with the cold milk, they asked if it was ok to watch telly before bedtime. Getting what they wanted, the girls shouted yippee before skipping down the hall to the sitting room. Lucy poured herself a glass of wine and sat at the table. She checked her watch, 6.45pm, plenty of time she thought to herself, relax and enjoy.
     
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    Clara was on cloud nine, they had a day off school, a yummy dinner, (her favourite) allowed to watch telly before bed and best of all, Mum was her old self. What a great day. She couldn’t wait to put it in her journal. She looked over at Laurie who was lost in the colours and sounds of the cartoon. Scooby and Shaggy were up to their old tricks, fighting ghosts when they weren’t hiding from them She was too old for cartoons but Laurie liked them, and she was just happy to sit and let her watch what she wanted. Laurie was just a kid after all and didn’t understand what was happening with their mum. She didn’t