Anne followed her into the room.
“Joey has asked Santa for a mummy for Christmas and he wanted to know what mummies did,” said David.
Tears formed in Sue's eyes, as she looked at Anne. “I feel so sorry for you all.”
“It's alright,” said Anne, laying her hand on Sue's arm. “I'll speak to his father. He'll be here shortly. I'll get him to have a word with Joey about asking so many questions.”
“No,” said Sue. “Leave it. There's no harm done. Your son has enough to worry about. Besides, children ask questions all the time.”
“Joey certainly does,” agreed Anne. “I'll take him home now. As I said, his father will be here to collect him soon and I want to give them some lunch before they drive back. Thanks very much for looking after him for me.”
As soon as his father pulled up onto the driv
