Mummy and Daddy were fighting again. Grown-ups were silly. They argued over stupid things like spending money, coming home late drunk, and lipstick on collars, whatever that meant. So she waited at the kitchen door, sucking her thumb. Fighting was boring. “Sally darling,” said Mummy. “Why don’t you go into the living room and practice your piano? Mummy and Daddy have some grown-up things to talk about.” “Yes,” said Daddy. “Play us that song you learnt this week. Chopsticks. I like that one.” “Alright,” said Sally and left them to do their stupid fighting. She walked over to the piano and started [...]