Four weeks ago
Aunty ‘I’m dying, you know’ Mary said, ‘I’ll be perfectly all right on my own. I’m fine!’
When Mary discards the hypochondria, you know things are serious. In this case, it was a looming knee replacement.
‘Poppy will look after you when you come out of rehab,’ my mother proclaimed. ‘She doesn’t have a family to worry about. She’d be happy to do it.’
Sure. It’s not like I had a job or a boyfriend or a life to get in the way. Well, okay, I had the job and the boyfriend. A life? Not so much. I was living with my parents while I renovated my place in Annandale. I had expected it to take only a couple of months, but as anyone who has ever renovated will tell you, the more you do, the more needs doing.
Aunty Mary looked at me and I smiled reassuringly. What else could I do?
If Mary didn’t think she was dying, she really did need me…