Chapter FourThe car travelled slowly down the country lane. Jack was sitting in the back seat of a red mini. Inside was small and comfy. Jack felt sleepy. It was Saturday and it'd been a long day. He'd been swimming in the morning with Mum, and then played with his cars all afternoon. They'd just been out for dinner and were returning home.
He felt his eyes start to drift closed. It was January and, although it was only about seven o'clock, it was dark outside. There were no lights along the road, so Dad was driving carefully. He could hear them chatting and was vaguely aware that Mum had turned to him and smiled, “Sleepyhead.”
She was beautiful with light brown hair that tumbled all the way down her back. A light fringe was swept to one side and she looked at him through dark eyes that
