She stiffened, glanced across at me, almost frightened. Turned, took the lid off the other saucepan and poked a little pin in a potato boiling in the bubbling water. The steam billowed out. “Two more minutes,” she said. I went over to her and wrapped my arms around her, kissed her neck. She turned her head and kissed me. “I had a day like this when I was little,” she said. “When everything was wonderful. Mom took me out. We were going to have a duck day. We saw Donald Duck in the cinema, we fed the ducks in the park, I got a Donald Duck comic book, and finally we went to a restaurant to eat
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