Bobby looked from one to the other. The lady was smiling but her cheeks were wet like mummy's sometimes were, but this lady didn't mind when he put his arms round her neck and kissed. The man was funny, he let him dig in the mud, not like daddy; daddy always shouted at him when he tried to play with him.
Bobby didn't know where mummy was. But Bobby was being held tight and he liked it, Bobby liked being cuddled and he like that the man and the lady weren't shouting. Bobby didn't like shouting, it scared him.
The man had called the lady 'grandma' when he spoke about her, least that's who he thought he meant, so he'd go with that. He tried to say it but it came out,
'Amah.'
The lady smiled again and kissed his head. That seemed to work, maybe he could call her that.
'That's right, Bobby,' she said, 'I'm grandma.'
'Amah,' he said again, and she laughed.
'If you say so, this is grandpa.' She pointed at the funny man.
'Anpa,' he tried to copy what she'd said.
'Anpa,' it is, said the man. He smiled too.
Bobby felt tired, he'd been out of his bed for a long time. longer than usual it felt to him. He snuggled into the man's shoulder and closed his eyes, maybe he'd have a little nap now.
'I think he's tired, Jean, perhaps he should be allowed a sleep.' said Lucien.
'If we put a couple of chairs against the couch he should be safe there while we have some breakfast and decide what to do next,' Jean replied, suddenly aware they had none of the things they needed for a toddler; a safe place for him to sleep - a cot and clothes. They may need a pushchair for him, she quite often walked to the shops and it was too far for one so young. Oh dear, so much to do, but first breakfast. She looked at Lucien as he gently placed Bobby on the couch and moved two of the dining chairs so they backed on to the couch preventing him rolling off in his sleep.
