“Dunno,” Samuel shook his head, “I've only ever read comics.”
Ann felt a tug of emotion, “I could lend you Harry Potter – I have the whole series, It's wonderful Sam.”
Samuel glanced up from behind his curls, “okay.”
Ann put down the damp flannel, “I'm helping Lulu organise the food, would you like to help too?”
He nodded and Ann was so pleased to see his lips curve into a small smile.
“Come on then, you can push me back.”
They made their way into the kitchen, where Jon was picking pineapple wedges out of bowls and spearing them onto wooden skewers.
“So, what do you think of my fruit kebabs?” He held one up for inspection.
“They look very appetising,” Ann placed one hand over her stomach, “all this food is making my stomach grumble.”
“There's plenty more where that came from,” Lul
