““Sometimes Sarah would be up and about and when she saw Pete she would let something slip.He would walk into the kitchen to say hello and she would say, ‘Do you think whoever has him knows that he likes to read about space? Do you think they know he loves pasta but hates corn?’They were random questions. Pete tried to answer at first but then he realised that Sarah wasn’t really talking to him. She was simply voicing out loud the questions that went through her head every day, all day, tormenting her. 'Do they know he likes Vegemite toast for breakfast?’ ‘Do they know how he likes his scrambled eggs?’ ‘Are they making sure he has his milk every day?’ ‘Are they keeping him warm?’ ‘Are they being kind to him?’ ‘Is he going to school?’ ‘Do they know he hates to be tickled?’ ‘Are they hurting him? Are they hurting my little boy?’ What could he say to that? Pete said nothing. He hung his head and waited for her to stop asking questions.””
