A passionate readerOutside the Dulwich Village Bookshop this morning. She was 4 or 5, with long white-blond hair and a bright pink puffy jacket. Her face was bright pink and puffy too. She howled – no other word for it. Then she yelled: I want it! Now! She waved her arms, stamped first one foot and then the other and then, wonderfully, both feet at once, just catching her balance in time not to land on her bottom. Her mother, a slight young women, raised her eyebrows. Oh sweetie, she murmured wryly. She stroked the blond hair and very gently cupped the back of the little girl’s head in the palm of her hand.
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A telling moment, captured so well. And nicely told. Thanks. (Previous comment deleted because of TYPOS!)