Carmel’s grammar dissolved as she took the child by her spindly upper arm, slapping at her legs as she circled around – swiping at them and missing, for the most part. So Carmel reached into the bowl and threw one after the other orange at Nell’s legs, and that seemed to work, after which they were gone and Carmel threw the empty bowl which bounced off Nell’s back and hit the floor, smashing there, so that Nell was stepping and dancing in the shards, which certainly did not bother her mother, who had been through a lot worse, a hell of a lot worse, than a stupid broken bowl.
