The Creche, Sunday evening
They had been to some function, quite formal, with speeches and some flawlessly boring meal; but now, Manny and Sasha merely wanted their kid and their own couch and a little bit of family time before it was bed-time, and the new week started again.
They were very elegant as they came down the steps to the crèche, where despite the day and the time, several children were playing in perfect harmony, pushing little wooden cars on little wooden slats representing streets and making brrwm-brrwm noises with it. Morgan's car was red.