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Mum wouldn't believe me when I told her Dad had been taken away by the Ninnies.
She thought he'd left us of his own accord. She thought he'd taken his bucket, ladder and chamois leather on his window round that Monday and simply never came back because he'd gone off us. Or that he'd imagined a better life somewhere else. 'He could never stand any pressure,' she sighed, eating another handful of Flying Saucers. 'He was never any good with stress.'But I knew. I knew he'd never just up and leave us. Not with Squoosh, my little sister on the way. I knew what had really happened.He had been taken away by the Ninnies.Though Mum would not listen to a word of it. 'You're too fanciful,' she told me, cramming another load of Flying Saucers into her mouth as she sat there at the kitchen table. 'You get it from him. He was always dreaming. Making daft things up. All about the things he saw through people's windows!' I could tell that Mum herself was making stuff up as she ranted. She was making herself believe that we would be better off without him.
We both knew that wasn't true.
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