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They enter the flat slowly; Ellie bounds up, and then stops, her head cocked to the side, perplexed.
It's early; almost too early for the kids to be up.
Almost.
When they get to the hall, Anthony seems to sense their presence from the master bedroom, and begins to wail. 'Dora deposits Bernard on his side of the bed, and crawls across to the baby, picking him up and patting his back. "I know. I know. You're dying."
Once Anthony is fed and changed and settled in his cot for the moment, 'Dora turns her attention back to her husband.
He's been sitting on the edge of the bed this entire time. Hasn't even taken his coat off.
She walks around to his side of the bed again and kneels, unlacing one shoe, almost biting through her lip. "We need to get some ice for your head, love. You can't go to sleep."
It's early; almost too early for the kids to be up.
Almost.
When they get to the hall, Anthony seems to sense their presence from the master bedroom, and begins to wail. 'Dora deposits Bernard on his side of the bed, and crawls across to the baby, picking him up and patting his back. "I know. I know. You're dying."
Once Anthony is fed and changed and settled in his cot for the moment, 'Dora turns her attention back to her husband.
He's been sitting on the edge of the bed this entire time. Hasn't even taken his coat off.
She walks around to his side of the bed again and kneels, unlacing one shoe, almost biting through her lip. "We need to get some ice for your head, love. You can't go to sleep."