The G File

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She knew that she would wet the bed during the night, and she knew Auntie Peggy would be angry.

It was always the same. Whenever she had to sleep at Auntie Peggy’s instead of with her own mother, that’s what happened.

Mami. She wanted to be with Mami. To sleep in her own bed in her own room with her doll Trudi under the duvet and her doll Bamba under her pillow. That’s what ought to happen; and when it did happen and she fell asleep with the lovely smell of Mami in her nostrils, her bed was never wet when she woke up. Well, hardly ever.

Auntie Peggy didn’t smell anything like Mami. She didn’t want Auntie Peggy to touch her — and thank goodness, she didn’t do. But they slept in the same room, separated by a big blue curtain with splashes of red and some sort of dragon pattern, or maybe it was snakes; and sometimes other people slept there as well. She didn’t like it.

Neither did Trudi and Bamba. When they slept at Auntie Peggy’s, Trudi had to sleep under the pillow as well, so she didn’t get any pee on her. It was cramped and awkward — but obviously she couldn’t leave her dolls at home as Mami had suggested. Sometimes Mami could come out with the most ridiculous things.

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