4/5 - (2 votes) “Ready for a bath honey?” Anne asked her son as she stood in the living room doorway, already in her flowing white dressing gown. “Almost mummy,” Sammy replied. The dark-haired child was kneeling on the floor, wearing just his Spiderman pyjamas as he scribbled in a colouring-book with wax crayons. “It’s...
