He saw his daughter sat at the kitchen table, her head cocked to one side, her face so serious for one so young.
“What’s shaking, pickleball?”
“Shh daddy.”
He sat opposite her and copied her posture, head tilted to the side, expression serious.
“What are we listening for?”
“My teeth.”
“Your teeth?”
A nod, her gaze unchanged. “Mummy said they were chattering the other day, but I couldn’t hear what they said.”
A grin. “Were you by any chance cold when she said that?”
“Yes. I was cold from the sea. Why?”
Rising laughter. “Nothing. Let’s keep listening.”
“Ok.”
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