“I was a naughty child,” she writes in PHP. “No sooner home from school I’d throw my schoolbag down and run to the park to play or to the river to catch crayfish. No one ever told me to behave more ...
“Daniel,” I said his name warningly, a sign that he was treading on thin ice. “I’m going to go and pack my schoolbag for tomorrow,” he excused himself, and beat a hasty retreat upstairs. My warning ...