"What? Oh, he's absolutely adorable," Wendy said, remembering to toss Snowball a tidbit of mutton. For Nana she reserved the bone.
"You can... take him with you, you know. To Ireland. He would be a delightful little travel companion."
For a moment, just a moment, Wendy looked at her mother- really looked at her, steadily and clearly.
"You would never send the boys away."
The statement fell hard and final and full of more meaning than anything that had ever been said in the kitchen before.
"But they didn't write the... fantasies...." her mother said quietly.
Then Mr. Darling came in, loud and blustery, talking up Irish butter and clean country air.
Mother and daughter both ignored him."/>

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" When Mrs. Darling came into the kitchen it was with a tentative step and furtive looks.
"How is your little pet?" she eventually asked.
"What? Oh, he's absolutely adorable," Wendy said, remembering to toss Snowball a tidbit of mutton. For Nana she reserved the bone.
"You can... take him with you, you know. To Ireland. He would be a delightful little travel companion."
For a moment, just a moment, Wendy looked at her mother- really looked at her, steadily and clearly.
"You would never send the boys away."
The statement fell hard and final and full of more meaning than anything that had ever been said in the kitchen before.
"But they didn't write the... fantasies...." her mother said quietly.
Then Mr. Darling came in, loud and blustery, talking up Irish butter and clean country air.
Mother and daughter both ignored him. "

Liz Braswell , Straight On Till Morning (Twisted Tales)


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Liz Braswell quote : When Mrs. Darling came into the kitchen it was with a tentative step and furtive looks.<br />"What? Oh, he's absolutely adorable," Wendy said, remembering to toss Snowball a tidbit of mutton. For Nana she reserved the bone.
"You can... take him with you, you know. To Ireland. He would be a delightful little travel companion."
For a moment, just a moment, Wendy looked at her mother- really looked at her, steadily and clearly.
"You would never send the boys away."
The statement fell hard and final and full of more meaning than anything that had ever been said in the kitchen before.
"But they didn't write the... fantasies...." her mother said quietly.
Then Mr. Darling came in, loud and blustery, talking up Irish butter and clean country air.
Mother and daughter both ignored him." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>