Cookie
“However, when I went downstairs for breakfast he was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading his newspaper. My tummy squeezed back into sausages even though Mum smiled at me reassuringly. She was looking extra-pretty in her shiny peach satin nightie and dressing gown, her long blonde hair falling past her shoulders, her neck and arms as smooth and white as ice cream.
‘Hi, poppet. Would you like an egg?’ she said.
I shook my head, pouring myself a bowl of cornflakes.
‘I’ve got t...wo flaky corns on my feet. Would you like to snack on them too?’ asked Dad, looking up from his paper.
I made myself giggle, though he’d made that joke hundreds of times already. It came out like a little mouse snicker. Mum poured him another cup of coffee and gave him another round of toast. Dad flicked it with his fingers.
‘For God’s sake, Dilly, this isn’t toasted properly. It’s meant to be toast, right? Shove it back in the toaster.’ Dad raised his eyebrows at me. ‘Your mother, Beauty!MoreLess
‘Hi, poppet. Would you like an egg?’ she said.
I shook my head, pouring myself a bowl of cornflakes.
‘I’ve got t...wo flaky corns on my feet. Would you like to snack on them too?’ asked Dad, looking up from his paper.
I made myself giggle, though he’d made that joke hundreds of times already. It came out like a little mouse snicker. Mum poured him another cup of coffee and gave him another round of toast. Dad flicked it with his fingers.
‘For God’s sake, Dilly, this isn’t toasted properly. It’s meant to be toast, right? Shove it back in the toaster.’ Dad raised his eyebrows at me. ‘Your mother, Beauty!MoreLess
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