Read by Danielle Fenemore
Before Christmas Mum took me up West. We went to Selfridges to try on the expensive perfumes, see if there were any freebies going. She walked around from counter to counter; I followed along behind.
“What do you think of that, Rae?” she asked, after she’d dabbed a bit on her wrist. I gave her my rating on a scale of one to ten, glad to be asked to help. We stopped by the Poison counter. Mum gasped. “I love this stuff!” she squealed, running her hand down the purple curved glass.
She didn’t buy any though. She said she’d told Mick she liked it and she hoped he’d buy her some. But she hung around the counter for ages, chatting to the assistants. They smiled and looked at me as if I was a cute animal. Mum patted my head, like she did when there were people to see her do it. After a while she said she had to go and do something and I was to wait for her by the Clarins counter. She said she’d only be a minute. I asked if I could go with her but she shook her head. “Stay here,” she said. “I’ll be back before you know it.”