James grinned at Sammy, ruffling his hair. "I've gotten pretty good at not leaving crumbs. But I don't live with my Mummy anymore-- I live with my best friend Lizzy-- so I'm the one who has to clean them up if I get crumbs everywhere."
She crunched on a piece of celery, settling back in her chair and looking at the picture they made. What would it be like to have this every day? It wasn't something she'd let herself think about-- well, ever, really, because with Pete she'd been too young to think so far ahead, and after Pete she certainly wasn't going to let anyone else that close.