Saturday April 8, 2017
“Teenagers chew chips like this,” Clara opens and closes her mouth loudly crunching. She shoves three more chips in, at once, and laughs, spewing them everywhere. “Where have you even met a teenager?” Viv asks her. “You! You’re one!” She looks at Viv adoringly and hands her a chip, a good crispy one, like Viv likes. “I’m a bit older than that, Clara,” Viv smiles and eats. “Are we going to have ice cream before bed? That’s what teenagers do on sleepovers,” Clara has finished the chips in the bowl.