I picked Peter up from school just like normal. He was all happy to see me, laughing and singing some new song, waving goodbye loudly to his friends. We got to the car and I strapped him into the booster seat in the back, his legs kicking. Maybe I admonished him for making it harder for me than it needed to be. That's the kind of thing I do. We took off, and drove for a couple of miles, listening to his Peppa Pig songs on the car hi-fi, him singing along, sometimes replacing the lyrics with his own made up words. I sang along to the bits I knew, but I was concentrating on driving. We stopped at a traffic light not far from home. There was no traffic in front of us. As the lights changed to green, a woman walked out in front of the car, slowly and deliberately. From her posture she could have been lightly pregnant or a little overweight, aged anywhere between mid twenties and late thirties. She stopped in front of the car, glanced at me, then away to my left. As my eyes followed her...
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