The kid was in trouble

Addie spotted him in the supermarket queue, pretending he wasn’t with the woman who must be his mother going by their twin chestnut curls (hers with first streaks of grey), wide eyes and generous lips. Addie grinned, shyly, and the boy startled, blushed, and – this was the odd part – gave his mother a quick worried glance.

The woman frowned. The gaze she turned on Addie melted her grin like cheese under a hot grill. Addie tossed her hair back and placed her two bananas, pack of four yoghurts and ...