Mother as actress
I watch her behind her black desk
falsifying accent and tears on the phone
to gain visitation rights while the matron isn’t home
this is Mission critical
house Guardian lets us in
we go to work
coax the Daughter out of the bathroom first
then put out the lamp lights
alter atmospheres with smoke
careful mix of tribe herbs, lung hypnoxia and oxygen
do not leave empty cigarette packs behind
have no evidence we were there
the matron had siphoned our money
we enter her home to take artefacts
the robbery of Mother and Son
blood ties and thievery
the house is suddenly swamped with black tie guests
the matron returns
we are still in the house. We might get found out.
Mother meets the matron in the hall.
I hold my breath, so we won’t be recognised
Mother appears as just another housewife.