By Lisa Shanahan
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Dad stepped out confidently onto the rope. ‘Don’t look down,’ said Brian. ’ ‘Be quiet,’ cried the Lieutenant Colonel. Dad sidled out like a crab. The rope danced and his legs began to tremble. When he reached the middle, he stared down and came to an abrupt halt. His left leg shook uncontrollably, as if it was experiencing an earthquake. ‘Go, you great stallion of a man,’ called Mum. Dad’s leg was shaking so hard it looked like it was completely separate from the rest of his body. ‘Keep going,’ bawled the Lieutenant Colonel.
Dad walked into the kitchen, his hair slicked down with baby oil. ’ he said. ’ Mum’s bottom lip flickered. ’ ‘No,’ said Debbie. ‘She can’t go to Brian’s like that,’ said Dad. He wiped the oil off his hands onto a tea towel. ’ cried Debbie. ’ ‘All right Dad! ’ Mum raced off to the bathroom. I went to the door. I could hear the sound of rushing water and some sniffling. ’ I called. ’ I tried to think of something good to say. ‘You look . . ’ Mum opened the door. Black mascara ran down her cheeks in rivers.
He leant forward, waiting. His face was so close I could see the different segments of blue in his eyes and the small crescent of black pores at the sides of his nose. I looked away. He laughed and pressed the buzzer. indd 27 3/5/06 2:02:31 PM four ‘You need to put on some make-up, Mum,’ said Debbie. Debbie handed over her make-up bag. Mum fumbled around and pulled out a battered case and dabbed some rouge on her cheeks. ‘You need lipstick too,’ said Debbie. ’ ‘Come on, Mum,’ said Debbie, with a sigh.