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‘Sorr y!’

‘You only shout when you are really, really, really tired and you say sorr y
so it is okay. Ever ything is okay if you say sorr y. at’s what you say.’
‘Does Mummy go out to work?’
‘Yes. Sometimes.’

‘Do I still work at the shop where I met Daddy?’
‘No.’
‘What does Mummy do when she goes out to work?’
‘ Teaches people!’

‘How does she – how do I teach people? What do I teach?’
‘Fill-o . . . fill-o-wosso-fee . . .’
‘Philosophy?’
‘ at’s what I said!’

‘And where do I teach that? At a university?’
‘Yes!’
‘Which university?’ en she remembered where they lived. ‘At
Cambridge University?’

‘ at’s it!’
She tried to fill in the gaps. Maybe in this life she had re-applied to do a
Master’s, and on successfully complet ing that she had got into teaching
there.

Either way, if she was going to bluff it in this life, she was probably going
to have to read some more philosophy. But then Molly said: ‘But you are
stopping now.’
‘Stopping? Why am I stopping?’

‘ To do books!’
‘Books for you?’
‘No, silly. To do a grown-up book.’
‘I’m writing a book?’

‘Yes! I just said.’
‘I know. I’m just tr ying to get you to say some things twice. Because it is
doubly nice. And it makes bears even less scar y. Okay?’
‘Okay.’

‘Does Daddy work?’
‘Yes.’
‘Do you know what Daddy’s job is?’