Shops

We are in the car, slowly making our way home from the centre of Athens, and Emily is reading the signs over the shops out loud: "Bakery..., Chemist..., Hairdresser's..., Sex Shop... . [Pause] Mummy and Daddy, what's a Sex Shop?"

Nevi and I exchange a glance, each of us wondering whether the other is going to field this one. Before either of us has a chance to open our mouths, though, Emily has supplied her own answer: "I suppose it sells things you need for sex. Like beds. And mattresses."

Which is an assumption I am not going to disabuse her of for the time being.