“THIS IS AN AIRPLANE,” MAMMY EXPLAINED, WAVING HER HAND AROUND IN FRONT of us. “It’s going to fly us home to Ireland.”
I narrowed my eyes.
I knew what an airplane was.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she laughed. “How am I supposed to know you know these things.”
I gave her another look, telling her with my eyes that I wasn’t stupid.
“Okay, okay,” she chuckled, holding her hands up. “I’m sorry for doubting you, sweetheart.”
I smiled.
“Oh, you like surprising me, don’t you?”
I grinned.
“Clever girl,” she praised, hooking her arm around my shoulders. “You’re as sharp as a razor in there, aren’t you?”
Nodding, I looked over to where Daddy was sitting with Caoimhe and frowned.
I knew they were cross with me.
I just didn’t know why.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered, tightening her arm around me. “They love you, too, sweetheart. Just like Mammy loves you.”
