‘I don’t suppose you do,’ the man said, a playfulness in his voice that Maggie had never heard before. ‘But then whoever heard of a little boy who liked vegetables?’

Max pulled the foil off entirely. He crunched it into a ball, listening to the sound it made. He dropped it on the floor, then picked it up and threw it across the room.

He laughed, and ran after it.

The man held out his hand to Max. ‘Can I have that, please?’

Max frowned. ‘I want it.’

The man’s smile faded.

‘Give it to me,’ he said.

Maggie leaned forward. ‘Give it to him, Max,’ she said.

‘But I like it,’ Max said. ‘I want to play with it.’ He looked up at the man. ‘Please,’ he said. ‘Please can I have it?’

There was a long pause, and then the man slowly nodded.

‘OK,’ he said. ‘You can keep it.’ He looked at Maggie. ‘I’ll be back later.’ He pointed at the bath. ‘With the hose.’

3

Bath day.

Once every three weeks they had a bath. Normally she looked forward to it; it was a rare treat. But today her mind had been on other things.

The bath in the corner had no water source. There was none in the room. All they had were the jugs that the man brought, which they used for drinking and washing and brushing their teeth.

On bath day, he fed in a hose. There was a nozzle on the end; he passed it to Maggie to fill up the bath and when she was done, he took it away. He stood by the door the whole time, unable to close it behind himself because of the hose blocking it.

The bath was an old rain barrel that the man had converted. It wasn’t long enough to lie down in, so she and Max had to stand or kneel. Still, it was a luxury, because when he left, the bath was full of hot, clean water and she and Max could sit in it and play and splash and close their eyes and pretend they were in a warm sea somewhere far, far away.

When the water was cold, she would get out and dry Max and hold him until he fell asleep, which wasn’t long because he was exhausted by the novelty and excitement.

Then she would take out the plug and watch the water drain away, knowing that it would be another three weeks until they had another bath day to look forward to.

Because, even though there was no tap, there was a drain. There had to be. Short of removing the water in buckets, there was no other way of getting it out.