Full House: Locked Down
By Andy Hamilton
Rachel whirls in the back door, past the kitchen sink and opens the fridge.
“Any food?” she shouts.
“Wash your hands!” her mother roars from the sitting room.
“I did!”
“Cheese sandwich on the counter, beside your Da’s tablets.”
Rachel eyes the pillbox, Sunday to Saturday, all unopened.
“Has he been downstairs yet?” she says, and scribbles ‘lockdown: day eighteen’ on the calendar. “Has he been down!” she repeats.
“Eat your lunch,” her mother says.
Rachel takes two tablets from the pillbox and jams them into the sandwich.
“I’m going back outside,” she says and quietly carries the sandwich upstairs.
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