A daughter’s deception
‘You look lovely, Tara,’ smiled Janet, watching her daughter’s third attempt at putting her eyeliner on neatly. ‘Are you OK, darling? You seem a bit on edge?’
‘I’m fine, Mum,’ replied Tara, trying to keep a steady hand.
‘Mmm, all right.’ But Janet wasn’t so sure. Tara definitely appeared to be a bit uneasy about something.
‘Thanks for coming over, Mum. I’ll be home around three.’
‘That’s fine, have a lovely lunch. Is Carrie napping?’
A tide of guilt swept over her
‘Yes, I’ve left everything out that you need, she’ll be awake soon.’
‘Oh, that’s good,’ returned Janet, who was looking forward to spending some time with her granddaughter.
Tara glanced at her watch and dabbed a little Chanel No 5 on to her wrists. Janet took her daughter’s hand and breathed in the perfume.
‘My favourite…’ Then, searching her face, as only a mother can, she spoke quietly, still perturbed with Tara’s mood.
‘Are you sure you’re OK, darling?’
‘Yes, Mum,
