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202 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 26, 2026
Everybody says Why don't you speak or Do you speak or You should speak more or Can't you speak? Even this boy with his hat on his face. Even Jack says You don't talk much. She's mad. She's so mad and tired of everyone talking about words and speaking and whether she does it enough and how she should be different. She screams. She screams at the boy, one shout, one blast, just AAAH! No words.
Want a beer?' Jack says.
Gloria don't speak.
'You can't be a kid all your life, Jack says.
Wanna beer wanna beer wanna beer.
She plays Jack's words over in her head, finding the rhythm. She rocks a little in time to the sound. Inside her mouth she runs her tongue over her teeth. She can feel her tongue on the inside of her cheeks and the hard dips and jags of her molars.
Her teeth are warm from chips and sweet from ketchup. She don't want a beer. Jack has handed her his drink before and told her to take a sip. It was bitter and like metal. Not sweet.
"He looks like the circle drawings of faces Gloria seen in school, to teach her what happy and sad look like."
"Gloria hates the supermarket and she puts her hands on her ears and closes her eyes a lot so mostly Mum goes by herself. "
"Mum hits her bum. ‘Gloria you’re nineteen! I don’t care if you’re special needs, you’re too old to be burying your face in the sofa with your arse in the air. You need to sit up and open your mouth and tell me what’s the problem. What’s happened? Has someone touched you?’"