Sunlight streaked through the blind slits, landing on the wall opposite. The random papering of the wall was first dark, then light, then dark Dalia counted the stripes as voices filtered in one ear and out the other. She may be able to hear you We cant be sure how much longer Dalia, do you remember that story . Papa cracked that rainbow lolly right over her butt she was red with spite Dalia? Dalia? Dalia?
Dalia wasnt listening. She stared at the wall, counting the stripes, the swatches of colour, the texture of the paper. The hand in her own was stiff, puffy. It wasnt fine and slender anymore. It was pink, like it was under too much pressure. She ran her finger across the knuckles they were so dry. The nails were strong and white. Theyd said that was a good sign. Theyd said it like it was a sign from God. And here they were. Some God.
Maybe if shed been there all along she wouldnt have bee