Helen sighed. “What a daft little bitch.” “I want to be just like you when I grow up,” Talia breathed in awe. Phee stood next to her, nodding in agreement. She held Sal in her arms, his face pressed against her neck. Helen winced. “Oh. Ignore me. I shouldn’t have said that. Never curse, children. Understood?” They nodded, but Linus could already see Lucy mouthing daft little bitch in glee.
