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‘I don’t want to go,’ I say on the way to the childminder’s.
‘Don’t be silly, you love Delia!’
It’s a long, dark road through the woods to the house. ‘It’s so beautiful,’ Mum says. ‘Quirky, like a gingerbread house!’
Della opens the door holding the fat baby. A hot cake smell creeps out. The pudgy boy, Ben, peers from behind her.
‘Oh you’re baking. In that lovely, enormous range!’ Mum says. ‘He loves cake. I think he’s putting on weight.’
I cry. I scream – but she leaves me anyway.
Delia smiles at me. A worm crawls from her eye.