“Suzanna can read already,” says the Mother. “She reads really well.” The Teacher looks at the child with long blonde plaits hiding behind the Mother’s skirt. So far she’s refused to take off her coat or speak. This child is going to be hard work when she joins the class next week. The Teacher forces a smile. There’s one final …
The baby: it was a dark and snowy night …
It was a dark and snowy night … 5.30 am. It’s the end of March but flurries of snow fall softly around the bungalow on the corner; a perfect white blanket spoiled only by the footsteps of the midwife to the front door. Lights burn in every window. The mother paces the floor. It’s the first child, the first grand-child. …