Sue Whiting books

Portraits of Celina (2013)

I heave him off and open the car door. My shoulder kills. The house is in total darkness. “Carry Seth in for me, will you, Bails?” says Mum and she hurries up the front steps. “Come on, Batman,” I say. “Time for bed.” Without opening his eyes, Seth climbs into my arms. I groan under his weight as...