Page 59 of The Black Flamingo

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to come with us to Cyprus for Easter.”

“We’re going on vacation?” shouts Anna,

bolting upright excitedly, slamming

both hands on the kitchen table. Daisy

catches Anna’s pencil as it rolls off the edge.

I sit back in my chair and

close my notebook. “Who’s paying

for our tickets, Mummy?”

“Trevor gave some money for Anna

and Uncle B for you.”

The Men Who Are Not My Dad


My sister’s dad

is not my dad.



Uncle B

is not my dad.



Our Father, in Heaven

is not my dad.



My PE teacher

is not my dad.



My RE teacher