Being Yours
“Take a gander and see for yourself. And Mandy likes him too.’
Lynne tossed the wet washcloth on to the counter and stood on tiptoe to see down to the end of the backyard.
She opened her mouth, tried to speak, closed it again and squeezed her eyes shut.
‘Lou,’ she managed to whisper. ‘Oh, God, Lou, what have you done?”
Cliff stood patiently pushing Amanda, now seated upright on the swing and hanging on in white-knuckled terror mingled with glee, laughing as her red hair whipped back from her face, and then forward again.
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