“Ma, I’ve got a present for you!” Laura recognises, at once, the voice coming from front door. Her eldest son, Benny, must be shouting because even while she’s cooking at the back of the house, two rooms apart, she still feels like a professional drummer hitting his stick on her eardrums.
She turns, walking to the living room after leaving fish freeze dead on boiling frying pan. She thinks it’s a bit unusual for Benny to give her a present at such time. [More...]
