by Hilary McKay
Her other worries are:
Paint that takes forever to dry (she is a garden shed artist, the sort that paints anything that pays: dead pets, local views, visions, hospital walls). (‘Not exactly art,’ says Daddy.)
Food. How hard it is to remember to buy. How quickly it vanishes.
Her car. Petrol. Oil. Water. Air in the tyres. Strange grating noises. Terrible smells. ‘It’s like keeping some exotic pet!’ cries Mummy.
Her secrets.
To make up for all these problems she has …
A shed!
Which contains …
The pink sofa!
Mummy’s pink sofa is her greatest treat. It is escape and summer holidays, peace and luxury. It has worn out arms and feather cushions, paint splodges, a burnt hole in the back, a knitted patchwork blanket, an awful mangy sheepskin and an endless treasure trove of pencils, small coins, paint brushes, hair clips and teaspoons lost down the back.
‘Once it had little tassels,’ says Mummy. ‘Here and here,’ she touches the arms. ‘Never mind.’
Daddy
If you didn’t know him, if, for example, you read about him in a book, you’d think he was awful. ‘Samantha?’ you would ask. ‘And Saffy? Did … ? Was … ? Are you? THAT’S TERRIBLE!’
If you’d never seen him smile. If you’d never had him rush home to save you from yourself. If you’d never wiped your teary, runny face on his jacket, watched him hang up his shirts (wooden hangers, 4 cm apart, colour coded, not touching), seen him search through the fridge …
We drive him mad. He drives us mad. He has two lives, one much more glamorous than the other. We are the unglamorous life. The amazing thing is that he keeps coming back. He needn’t, but he does.
Rose
by everyone else
Rose has inherited a great deal of artistic talent, which she uses with reckless destruction on all that she encounters.
Bill Casson, father
I called her Permanent Rose. I knew she would stay. I can’t imagine the world without her. She is perfect (like all the children). That time she went to New York without telling me, and the shop lifting (if you could call it that), the differences she has with darling Bill and those reports from school, those things do not count.
Eve Casson, mother
Rose is so much the smallest and the youngest in our family that I always feel we should take care of her more than we do. Sometimes I try. I go up to her bedroom and sort through her things with her. Nearly everything she owns once belonged to someone else. She doesn’t mind this. She holds up some tatty tee shirt or discarded bear for me to admire, and says ‘I like it because it was Indigo’s.’ Or mine or Saffy’s or Sarah’s, wherever it happens to come from.
Caddy
Rose. Don’t get me started.
Saffron
I don’t know. Rose. I don’t know where you’d begin. Anyway, it’s private, what I think of Rose. She does OK.
Indigo
By the same author
CASSON FAMILY
(suggested reading order)
Saffy’s Angel
(Winner of the Whitbread Children’s Book Award )
Indigo’s Star
Permanent Rose
Caddy Ever After
Forever Rose
Caddy’s World
The Exiles
(Winner of the Guardian Children’s Fiction Prize)
The Exiles at Home
(Winner of the Nestlé Smarties Prize)
The Exiles in Love
Wishing for Tomorrow
Dog Friday
The Amber Cat
Dolphin Luck
For younger readers
Happy and Glorious
Practically Perfect
PARADISE HOUSE
The Treasure in the Garden
The Echo in the Chimney
The Zoo in the Attic
The Magic in the Mirror
The Surprise Party
Keeping Cotton Tail
PUDDING BAG SCHOOL
The Birthday Wish
Cold Enough for Snow
A Strong Smell of Magic
Copyright © 2001 Hilary McKay
First published in Great Britain in 2001
This ebook edition published in 2011
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