“Look at her,” said Carol Higgins, “don’t children forget so fast? Looking at her now it’s hard to believe that only half an hour ago she was trussed-up and gagged in the back of a taxi.”
Carol Higgins’ husband, John, shook his head as he said, “Who could do such a thing? If he was here now, this minute, right this minute, I’d squash his face into his brain.”
“I’d hold him down,” Carol said. “More ice cream”, she added, this time addressing the child, as she took the empty ice cream container away from her. The little girl, her chops smeared with Chocolate ice cream, smiled a big yes.
Carol dropped the empty container in the bin and opened the freezer and took out the last tub of ice cream. “Last one, I’m afraid,” she said, and removed the lid and set it down in front of the girl, who immediately began tucking into it with gusto.
There was a loud noise from outside, the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass.
“Shit, what was that?” said Carol.
“I’ve no idea,” said John. “I’ll go see.” Which he did.
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