Gallery Whispers

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She looked at him across the dinner table, with a light, indulgent smile. 'Okay,' she said, quietly. "Let's have it.'

He beamed, in his small triumph. 'One.' He barked the word out, and in that instant his heavy eyebrows seemed to slam together in a frown. '… and that's not funny!'

Olive shook her head. 'You're not wrong there.'

Lauren, seated on his right, looked up at her father. 'I don't get that, Dad.'

He grinned. 'No, I suppose you're still a couple of years short of getting it.'

'Oh,' said the child. 'Do you have to be twelve before you can be a feminist?'

Neil gazed down at her, bland innocence written on her small round face, and realised yet again that if ever there was a mother's daughter it was Lauren Barbara Mcllhenney.

A small hand tugged at his shirt-sleeve. 'Daddy, Daddy!' Spencer shouted, eagerly. 'Did you hear the one about the Hearts supporter who went into a pub with an alligator?'

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