[Smakebit på søndag – Song of Susannah]


«May I not take the sköldpadda

«No, you may not. Go on, now.»

He startet away, then paused and looked back at her. Although his cheeks were wet, his expression was pixie-ish, a trifle sly. «Perhaps I should take it,» he said. «Perhaps it is mine by right.»

Like to see you try, honky, was Detta’s thought, but Susannah – who felt more and more in charge of this wacky triad, at least for the time being – shushed her. «Why would you say that, my friend? Tell, I beg.»