Why Mummy hurt sister? Not like. The fair lady turned back to the grass verge, where Miki had ceased her playing and was staring back at her, with an unmistakably disapproving expression. Not hurt nice sister Andreea. Must stop. Not hurt. Not shout.
“She’s learning,” said Antonia, with malicious satisfaction, as she climbed slowly and painfully to her feet. “Starting to see you for what you are.”
“And what am I, pray?” asked the fair lady, with assumed indifference and her back turned, as she hastily finished the task of replacing Lisa’s diaper.
“At best, a generous tyrant, always eager to give people what they never asked for but what you think is best for them. I wonder how many others you’ve done this to, over the years. And how many of them you grew tired of.”
