and Saff were both already complaining loudly about their rubbish days, really gearing up for an argument with Mum about how they werenât going back. But they fell silent when we saw the state of her. She was sitting in front of a cold cup of tea, just staring into space, her eyes red from crying, looking utterly defeated.
I rushed over and put my arms around her, but she didnât hug me back.
âMum, whatâs the matter?â asked Saff.
Grace just looked really anxious.
Mum smiled tensely. âOh, Iâm sorry to worry you all. Nothing awfulâs happened. Iâm just feeling really down, thatâs all. Iâve had a horrible day. No one needs a yoga teacher â in fact, everyone round here seems to
be
one. I tried six places and everyone was really niceâ¦but they all had more than enough staff. It was the same story with the beauty and spa places I found. So then I tried to get any job, literally anything â I asked all round town, and here in the parade. The lady in the chip shop said that a month ago they were taking on summer staff, but theyâve recruited everyone they need now. I guess itâs the same everywhere else.â
âJust as well â you donât want to work in a
chip shop
!â Saff gasped. âAll that grease!â
âSurely you must be able to get an office job,â Grace insisted. She adjusted her glasses and peered at Mum as if
she
was interviewing her. âYouâve got skills, of courseââ
âNot really,â said Mum. âIâm not
qualified
in anything officey. And donât be such a snob, Saff. Iâd be happy to work in a chip shop, or
any
shop, or hotel or restaurant. On summer job wages Iâd have to do double shifts though, what with three daughters to support. Iâve left my contact details with them all in case they lose someone, so hopefully Iâll hear something soon. Itâs tough times â even very experienced people are queuing up for any vacancy that comes along.â
âWell, theyâre welcome to it!â Saff snorted.
âI canât believe this,â said Grace imperiously. âMy mother is actually
hoping
to get a job as a chambermaid.â
Thatâs when I really lost it, with both of them.
âAt least Mumâs trying!â I snapped. âAll you two have done is moan! Face it â our old life is gone. No Amex, no singing lessons, no trips to town, no posh schools, no new clothes. All that is gone. This is
it
now, got it?â
They all stared at me, stunned. Even Mum. Iâd surprised myself too â hearing it out loud like that, well, I think itâs the first time our situation properly began to sink into
my
head too.
âSorry, Mum,â Grace mumbled. âI didnât mean to soundâ¦you knowâ¦â
âNor did I,â said Saff. âThis has all been such a shock, thatâs all.â She sighed. âLook, the courses on offer werenât exactly inspiring, so how about I get a job straight away instead? Thereâs a cake factory at the edge of town thatâs looking for shift workers â I saw an ad on the college notice board. You canât need any special experience for that, surely? And if we asked for the same hours, we could get the bus together.â
I smiled. Saff could be a nightmare sometimes, but when the chips (or chip shops!) were down, sheâd do anything for our family.
I thought Mum would be pleased, too, but instead she looked furious. âOver my dead body!â she told Saff. âYou are
not
missing out on your education because of whatâs happened. Iâm just not having it. Iâll find a job soon, it was only day one today. And our benefits will come through in a couple of weeks to keep us going if it takes longer. Weâll manage, okay, hon? Somehow weâll survive.â
Everyone was silent for what felt like ages. Then Saff said, âWell,
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