Saturday was devoted to shopping, storytelling and napping, whereas Sunday afternoon would be remembered for water games:
Playing battleships with Gideon had always been joyful for Steph, despite her relationship with boats, thought Steph, chastising herself for fictionalising her downtime. Precious few moments with Gideon were just that. Her hands ferried her ambulance dinghy around her son’s back. He drove his pirate ship after her,
Howard’s car disappearing down Steph’s road was her signal to rush to her bedroom, to open her laptop and curse its waking speed. As she sat thumbing her way through Spiderfingers' diary, Steph noticed her prayer mat in the reflection of her desk mirror. She got up, strode to the bed to shove the dusty mat further underneath it. The outline of surrounding dirt served to remind her of how badly the house needed cleaning, but she had little time. Activities like housework were obstacles. With Gideon gone, Steph felt free, able to step out of the role of mother; justified in the relinquishment of anything that might slow the development of her art.
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