Chapter One Hundred and Twelve. Cal.
Cal’s Point of View.
The s****l tension between Mabel and me is thick in the air. A slight brush of our fingers here, a brush of our bodies against each other there, as we bath the kids together. Bubbles fill the bathtub, a clockwork blue and white whale, a gift from the shop at Beamish, cuts through them, much to little Marnie’s delight, as she demands ‘again’ when it’s flappy fin comes to a halt.
“Last turn, Marnie,” Mabel informs the toddler. The grinding sound of the small white cog up, fills the air, the gorgeous copper, placing it back into the bath and watching it go.
She shrieks with delight as Kirstie stands in her PJ’s at the door of the bathroom, watching and giggling at the little one’s reaction.
“Daddy, I sometimes miss being a lit
