'Uh-uh' she squeaks and smiles gently as she lowers her head to look at me through her lashes. Not allowed to speak, only to make the doll noise - uh-...h- like an old fashioned girls dolly would say "mama" when you squeezed it. The idea had come to me in a flash years ago in the heat of play with a doll like the one sat beside me now, and it had turned out to be a moment of inspiration. I have them all do it now; it's especially fun in public, complete speech restriction apart from that little. It was a hot July day; too hot really, to be walking around in a suit, but he had to look respectable. After taking a deep breath to calm himself, he headed for the door.The knock sounded like thunder.A young woman answered. She was wearing a gray business dress with jacket. Her hair was tied back and her green eyes seemed to flick over him, measuring, weighing him. She was slightly taller, even without the heels she was wearing. The impression he got from her was that of a stern demanding. ‘What do you mean, Anna?’ ‘Another day, you said someone wants Sean.’ Dani cursed herself for underestimating her daughter. Anna had always tended to ask about things several days after they happened, but Dani had thought Anna might have forgotten about the conversation she had overheard. ‘Sean’s Mommy wants him,’ she told Anna. ‘Sean’s mommy and daddy didn’t live together, and Sean lived with his daddy. Now that Sean’s daddy is in Heaven, Sean’s mommy wants Sean to live with her.’ ‘I want Sean. We have two teenage daughters in the family now. One was a runaway from an abusive father, and the other we saved from suicide and changed her world around. Both are now adopted daughters of Reg and we are home-schooling them; or rather the girls who are at university are doing the teaching. Jemima and myself are picking up some of the stuff they are learning, where we ignored the same material at school. The Robertson family are strong on learning, so we have adopted the same strategy, to be.