“Sleeping Beauty”, “Snow White”, “Hansel and Gretel”, all stories I remember my mother telling me when I was little. On an impulse, I picked up a book of Grimm's Fairy tales. Rosie was only four, but I was sure she would enjoy them.
 
 

 I stopped snuffling as I realized what Ron was saying “Do you think we could get away from here?” I asked hopefully.

 How could he? She smiled at him and he leaned in and whispered something in her ear. The woman giggled again and they continued walking. I looked at Ron's face, searching for answers. He was all eyes for her though.