‘I bet you wish you could push me off on an ice floe like the Eskimos do.’
Her flash of wry humour amuses him despite himself. ‘I don’t think they call themselves that anymore, Ma.’
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‘I bet you wish you could push me off on an ice floe like the Eskimos do.’
Her flash of wry humour amuses him despite himself. ‘I don’t think they call themselves that anymore, Ma.’
Read it in Fictive Dream