not like that
Nanna's doing some mending. June is arranging something on the table, and her mother's not allowed to look until it's ready. She'd like to be able to talk quietly with nanna but June will think they're gossiping about her and snarl about running away, "then you'll be sorry", so she makes do with watching nanna's neat stitches and thinking about her own domestic failings.
"She's shooting up, don't you think?" says nanna suddenly, inclining her head in June's direction.
June's mother frowns and resists the reflex urge to turn and look at her offspring, and wonders for a brief, panicky moment, how June got into drugs so early, and then how nanna can be so calm about it... and then she realises, with a great rush of relief, that nanna is talking about June's height, and reminds herself that, to nanna, LSD is "the old money": pounds, shillings and pence.