story of the sparks on the roof and Vee seeing Spacewoman for the first time. She describes the tele-pad and how I thought Spacewoman was an alien .
My arm starts hurting from not being under the water.
Vee explains about making friends with Pyjama Man and how we were going to do the bobby-pin trick on the padlock. The adults shake their heads but I can tell they’re secretly smiling.
The hospital is huge, with enormous glass doors and a shiny tile floor in the foyer. It’s pretty empty at this time of night.
‘Look at those floors !’ says Vee and she does a drop-from-running knee-slide. She goes about five metres before she bumps into a couch.
‘Veronica! Stop it!’ Alice calls, and her hand tightens in mine.
But Spacewoman just laughs. ‘This way,’ she says. ‘The kids can wait in here while we grab the paperwork.’
Spacewoman takes us through to a little room with a tall bed in the middle. Then they leave us there. Everything is so blue and white and shiny. It almost feels like we could be in an actual spaceship.
I sit on the bed.
Vee says, ‘Hey check this out!’ and presses something on the side. The bed starts going up, up, up, with me on it and we all laugh.
‘How does it work?’ Jessie asks, getting in close to look at the switch.
‘All signed in,’ Alice says from the doorway. Jessie and Vee jump away from the bed, pretending they weren’t doing anything. Spacewoman comes in behind Alice, holding a tiny plastic cup.
‘This should help with the pain,’ she says.
I glance at Alice. Should I really take medicine from a rocket builder? But Alice nods, so I drink it. I like how small the cup is.
Spacewoman reaches for my arm. ‘Now, let’s take a look.’
I hold out my burn, feeling a bit uncertain. But Spacewoman takes it gently and smooths some cooling cream all over it.
It seems like she really is a nurse.
I look up at Spacewoman. ‘But if you’re a nurse, why were you building a rocket?’
‘But it’s not really a rocket, is it?’ Jessie interrupts. ‘It’s for a playground.’
As soon as Jessie says it, I realise she’s right. The rocket is exactly the right size for playing in and it’s made from the same metal as our space station. That’s why it looked so familiar.
‘Did you make the space station and solar system at our park?’ I ask.
Spacewoman laughs. ‘That’s me. I’m a sculpture artist. I’ve got a contract with the city council to make climbable art for playgrounds.’
She unwraps a special kind of enormous bandage from a packet. It’s really thin and she sticks it carefully along my arm.
‘But you’re a nurse!’ Vee says. ‘How can you be a sculpture artist?’
‘ Der ,’ says Jessie. ‘She’s a nurse and a sculpture artist. Just like Mum’s an astrophysics lecturer and a bunk-bed builder.’
‘Not to mention being a mum and a bonus-mum ,’ says Alice, winking at me. It makes me remember how comfortable it was sitting on her lap.
I look at Spacewoman. ‘Is that true? You’re a nurse and a rocket-builder? Both?’
Spacewoman grins. ‘Yep. Sure am. Two completely different jobs. Sometimes it’s hard to get work making sculptures, so I don’t stop nursing. Besides, I kinda like fixing people.’
She leans back. ‘All right, brave lady. I think we’re done.’
She talks to Alice about how long to keep the bandage on, and when to come back to the doctor. My arm has stopped hurting and I start to feel extra, super sleepy.
‘Home time, Sq uisho ,’ I hear Alice say. ‘You’re going to have a lot to tell your mum in the morning.’
Then she lifts me up into her arms.
I could walk if I wanted to.
I’m probably a bit big to be up here. But I’m being held tight and I feel so comfortable and cosy. So I let Alice carry me all the way home.
THE END
Ailsa Wild is an acrobat, whip cracker and teaching artist who ran away from the circus to become a writer. She taught Squishy all her best bunk-bed tricks.
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