“Mum, Dorcas pushed me! Dorcas pushed me and now I have a brush burn!”
“Tattletale,” I hissed.
“Dorcas, I have had it up to here with you today!” Mum held a hand to her forehead, as if she were saluting, but really she was just showing just how far she had “it” up to with me, whatever “it” is. “You go out to the patio NOW and stay there until I say
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