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Alison Bartlett

Breastwork by Alison Bartlett & Mixed Blessings by Deborah Lee

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May 2006, no. 281

When I was seven, a teenage orphan called Katherine came to stay with us for the summer holidays. Katherine had short red hair, freckles and brown eyes. She loved play-fighting and running, and hated wearing dresses and skirts. The only skirt I ever saw her wear was the navy blue one that was part of her school uniform. When the school holidays ended, Katherine stayed and became our foster sister. The big back room became her bedroom. She decorated the sloping roof over her single bed with posters that promoted jobs in the police force: the armed offenders squad, the dog squad and the youth protection squad. When she turned fourteen, my parents bought Katherine some shelves and a desk. The latter was beautiful; I would have liked it myself. Katherine liked it, too. She spent most of her birthday on her own in the bedroom. I looked through the keyhole to see what she was doing. Katherine had her head on the desk and was crying. Mum said it was because she was happy. My foster sister left school when she was sixteen and found work in the taxation department. In her spare time, she trained for the police-force entrance tests. At nineteen, she got in and left home for good.

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