And I had very few paracetamol tablets left.
How the hell hadn’t I noticed before that our supplies were gone?
“We’re out of food too,” Andre said, holding up the last two chocolate bars with a discouraged gesture. “We have to get more. How are we supposed to get close to a*****e like this?”
Another excellent question.
My son has a special talent for saying exactly the right thing at the worst possible moment. Still, I couldn’t blame him for being intelligent and having intelligent doubts.
“I don’t know,” I replied, starting to undress the baby. “But I’ll think of something. For now, eat that and get some sleep. I’ll keep watch.”
“You’re very tired, Dad. Why don’t we share the chocolate and then you—”
“Andre.”
I turned to look at him seriously, in silence. His honest suggestion had
