I once asked Mum how she always knew when I was up to something.
She smiled and said, “Darling, when you’ve raised someone from nappies to adulthood, you learn to read their face like a weather report.”
“Today’s forecast?” I asked.
“Partly guilty with a strong chance of fibbing.”
She was right. I had dented the car.
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