Her attention focussed on her son, Abi slipped next to Charlie on his bed and glanced over at Hemingway. There was a story behind all of this and she would get it out of him sooner rather than later. But right now, her son had his dinosaur jammies on and a book open in his lap waiting for the story he wanted.
"Come on Papa, you heard him, he wants a story..." she said, gesturing to the other side of Charlie's bed.