Emily Taylor

You bounce through life like a goat You wait and see, Alice, well make the kind of moves people write

You mustnt take what isnt yoursMy parents had one child, their cherished daughter, Charlotte.

Theres nothing closer than this… Barbara and her daughter stepped down from the coach at the edge

From her modest pension, Dorothy Evans, after paying the regular bills and shopping economically at the

“We only ever wanted whats best” What dyou mean, music school? her mother snapped, hurling

Mum just wanted to help Did you hear? Sandras just had her second grandchild, can you believe it?

Stage I. The Vanishing Act Silence So Loud It RangHe left quietly, no shouting or door-slamming, no melodrama

Either Mum, or No One “Lucy, we ought to get another ticket for the theatre,” said Tom, breaking

Youre not my family anymore Mum, Ive brought Lucy round, Tamaras voice echoes from the hallway, pulling

Trying to Get Rid of Me What on earth are you wearing? Barbara Wilson eyed her daughter up and down