The First Day of Spring

by Nancy Tucker

Robert’s mammy was looking at the paper again. I thought she was probably going to slip it into her handbag, so she could show some other people the picture of Robert-not-Steven and tell them how much it made her want to die and be sick. She seemed quite a lot more interested in the picture of Robert than she did in actual Robert the kid, who was licking one of the plug sockets on the wall.