CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
It was the last day of the holiday.
After breakfast on the terrace, they strolled around the square for a final time, taking photographs, browsing the items for sale, pretending they were normal.
“Look,” Megan said, “snakes! Let’s see the snakes.”
Nobody moved fast enough for her liking, so she grabbed her mother’s hand and began to drag. “Come on, Mummy.”
More wary than curious of the cobras, Justin followed yet stayed firmly in the background.
“Why are they here, Mummy?”
“So people can have a photo taken with them.”
“Oh.” She seemed satisfied with the answer.
“Do you want a photo with the python?” Justin asked.
“Yes, please,” she replied, far too quickly for her mother’s liking.
“Are you sure, darlin’? They can bite.”
“No, no lady, no bite” assured the sna
