No Mistake
“Are you feeling a bit better after talking to your friends?” Caroline asked, as she helped me lie out on the changing mat again, once we got home. It had become one of those little private moments for us. Everywhere else in the house, I was essentially a triplet, always with Grace and Chloe, and privacy was at a premium. Kelly spent a lot of time alone, pleasing herself, but Olivia was hardly ever alone. Quite apart from the twins, who I shared everything with, from a bedroom to our baths, Caroline was always there. “Not quite so shaky?”
“Not quite.” I admitted, whilst she pulled back my pastel patchwork dress.
“Do you want to talk about it, pickle?”
“Not really, Mummy.”