Berenice was in her sunny garden. She stooped to tie her shoelaces, and was about her business, when someone slapped her bum. She grinned.
‘Not now hubby,’ she said, ‘I have to water the rosebushes.’
She turned, and was startled: it was not her husband Johnny, but Michael, her stepchild.
PS: This week I am republishing some of my favorite posts.