Thirty-Four Years Ago
She lies on her bed, reading a book. Growing tall, she’s long in the leg and arm, heading for gangly.
Chintzy pink curtains drape around a window frame stacked with soft toys. Little plastic ponies in rainbow colours sit next to stacks of books and magazines with bright cartoon animals. Rabbits and teddy bears watch, beady-eyed, the girl where she lies, her copper hair clashing violently with the pink of the comforter.
There’s a tap at the door and almost immediately, it opens and Stephen steps in. “Hi there, Princess. I brought you some cocoa.”
She smiles, sitting up. “Thanks, Stevie.”
“How’s it going?” He sits beside her on the bed, then glances down at her book. “What are you reading?” Then he frowns, looking at the cover. ‘I Robot’…. Asimov…. Not really littl
