“Can we just go now?” Ben Peel was urging, “Or we'll be late meeting the others.”
“Give mummy a big kiss,” Delia told Peggy, pursing her lips and stooping down, “Be a good girl for Yang.”
“Okay, bye, bye,” the child giggled, waving as her parents hurried to the door.
“Ah, telephone number in case of emergencies,” Delia squealed, pulling a pen and scrap of paper from her handbag, “Call me if you need to, okay, we'll come straight back?”
“Ok,” Yang nodded, “Have a nice day.”
As it turned out, Peggy was more than happy to spend the day with her ayi and played happily both at home and in the park.
Yang watched as the little girl waited for her turn to go on a plastic slide with a group of local children, all of them marvelling at Peggy's shiny brown curls and pale skin compared to their
