Emily and Phoebe

Friday, August 31, 2007


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.


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