“Anton Hamilton, stop that this minute,” I heard Anita shout to me.
Ignoring her, I gave Micha another raspberry, and he laughed again as I carried him into the lounge, while Anita scolded me. “You are a bad influence on my youngest son, Mr Hamilton,” Anita said to me before turning her back to me and continuing her conversation with Jasper. Finding a picture book, I began to read a story to Micha.
Once Anita and Jasper had finished their call, she sat down in the lounge. “Men! What am