‘But you promised.’ Tina pouted and stamped her feet.
‘No tantrums, please, and don’t be selfish. Tommy will need the money for a special wheelchair after his operation.’
‘Can we go next year?’
‘That depends on your little brother.’
‘It’s always about him.’ Tina ran into the garden and threw rocks at the birds.
Later, she stared at Tommy. A tube stuck up his nose, and a bag of wee hung under the bed.
Next time she would hold the pillow down for much longer.