While sorting paper clutter that has been piling up over the last few years I find an envelope with photos from Em’s 6th birthday party.
The little boy seems uncomfortable among strangers while waiting outside the doctor’s room for his daddy to reappear. I try destressing him by pointing at the calendar on the wall to show him how very near school holidays and Shrove Tuesday are. A smile lightens his face.
After some 50 pages I am ready to stop reading the novel any further… I give it another few pages. Good decision.