Diamonds in the Dust Page 4
She eased the car forward.
“Mummy, why are you crying?”
“I’m not crying.”
“Yes you are.”
“No, sweetheart, it’s just that my eyes are watering because I broke my sunglasses.”
“Will Daddy mind that you broke the car?”
“Don’t worry, Teddy, it can be easily mended.”
Unlike the dusty feet. Or the pair of bloodshot eyes.
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