The thought of everybody knowing gave Peter a good incentive not to piss his mother off any more than she already is. He wiped tears from his eyes as he carefully transferred the neatly folded clothes from Jenny’s drawers. Once all of his sisters clothes have been transferred, he asks if he can put some of his clothes on, but his mother refuses.

He looks at the crumpled pile of clothes on the floor and asks if he should take them to Jenny’s room, but again, the answer is no. “You can put them all in bin bags.” his mother instructs as she passes him the roll of bags. “Oh stop snivelling!” his mother snaps as he does as he’s told, wearing nothing but his sister’s underwear.

 

Peter filled the first bin bag with his clothes and asked if he should take them to Jenny’s room. “I’ve already said no!” his mother barks. “Once they’re all bagged up, you can take them to the kitchen.” she explained, “Tomorrow I’ll take them to the charity shop.”