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“‘Okay.’ She grimaced. ‘A trip to Millington to buy a school uniform will cheer you up.’ And afterwards, I could stick a pencil in my eye to top off a sensational day. ‘I don’t need a school uniform.’ ‘Your grandfather insists you do.’ Nan drove through Winter Creek, which took a nanosecond, and along the highway. ‘See those pine trees,’ said Nan, pointing to a stand of trees on a hill. ‘Pony club’s held there every week.’ Pony club? There was no way, absolutely no way, I was going to pony club. ‘Every Saturday, Maeve and I would hook up the horse float, load Floss and all the gear and trek across to The Pines.’ For the first time, Nan sounded almost human. I turned to look at her. ‘Mum did pony club?’ ‘She’s never mentioned it?’ ‘Nuh.’ ‘Does she say anything about her childhood?’ Mum never spoke about life before me. And I’d never thought about her having a life before me, until now. ‘Not really.’ That killed any trace of Nan the human.
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