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her lap, wrapped in a dry towel, talking to her softly.
“I want her to get used to the sound of my voice,” she said. “Then she’ll recognise me as her mother.”
Dad was making a cup of tea in the kitchen as Mum walked in ahead of Jasmine.
“Where’s Ella?” asked Mum.
“I made her go to bed,” said Dad. “She’s in a pretty bad way, poor thing.”
“I’ll go up and see her as soon as I’ve washed my hands,”said Mum.“Remember to give yours a good scrub too, Jasmine. And would you mind taking the truck to collect the deer, Michael?”
“Sure,” said Dad. “Poor Ella. I don’t think she’ll be getting back behind the wheel any time soon.”
Nadia left the room and Dad turned to Jasmine, standing in the doorway with the bundled-up towel in her arms.
“What have you got there?” he asked. 18