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Then the telephone rang and I …<\/p>\n
Oh. No.<\/p>\n
… remembered.<\/p>\n
Remembered how the phone had also rung last Saturday when I was talking to Karen. Remembered how it had woken up her grandson, Viggo. Karen had promised to look after him for half an hour while her daughter went shopping. I hadn\u2019t even noticed the boy until the telephone made him cry. Karen had to take the call, so I\u2019d come to her rescue and tried to console the little one. I made a few funny faces, and it worked, quickly turning his tears to laughter. But had it worked too well? That was the question.<\/p>\n
Of course he wasn\u2019t the one who\u2019d robbed the armored vehicle, but if I\u2019d managed to infect a ten-month-old baby with superpowers \u2026 It was a disaster waiting to happen.<\/p>\n
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* * *<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A car was parked in the double carport at the last house on Brookhill Road, and there were lights in the windows. Carefully I sneaked around the house and glanced through the windows.<\/p>\n
Dining room\u2014empty.<\/p>\n
Living room\u2014empty.<\/p>\n
Bathroom\u2014empty.<\/p>\n
Office\u2014empty.<\/p>\n
Nursery\u2014oh no\u2026<\/p>\n
Karen\u2019s daughter lay facedown on the floor, her arms at her side, her face concealed behind her long blonde hair. Unmoving. Next to her head was a child\u2019s shape sorting cube made of wood.<\/p>\n
I heard some babbling and caught sight of Viggo. He was sitting next to the red bookshelf that was stuffed with toys. He was wearing his flying suit and held a toy car in his hands. Curiously, he turned the car over, raised it to his mouth, and snapped it in half with his toothless gums.<\/p>\n
My legs threatened to collapse underneath me.<\/p>\n
Little Viggo wasn\u2019t a disaster waiting to happen. He was a disaster that had\u00a0already\u00a0happened.<\/p>\n
Then the telephone rang and it dawned on me.<\/p>\n
Oh. No.<\/p>\n
The phone had also rung last Saturday when I was talking to Karen and it had woken up her grandson, Viggo. Karen had promised to look after him for half an hour while her daughter went shopping. I hadn\u2019t even noticed the boy until the telephone made him cry. Karen had to take the call, so I\u2019d come to her rescue and tried to console the little one. I made a few funny faces, and it worked, quickly turning his tears to laughter. But had it worked too well? That was the question.<\/p>\n
Of course he wasn\u2019t the one who\u2019d robbed the armored vehicle, but if I\u2019d managed to infect a ten-month-old baby with superpowers \u2026 It was a disaster waiting to happen.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
* * *<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A car was parked in the double carport at the last house on Brookhill Road, and there were lights in the windows. Carefully I sneaked around the house and glanced through the windows.<\/p>\n
Dining room\u2014empty.<\/p>\n
Living room\u2014empty.<\/p>\n
Bathroom\u2014empty.<\/p>\n
Office\u2014empty.<\/p>\n
Nursery\u2014oh no\u2026<\/p>\n
Karen\u2019s daughter lay facedown on the floor, her arms at her side, her face concealed behind her long blonde hair. Unmoving. Next to her head was a child\u2019s shape sorting cube made of wood.<\/p>\n
I heard some babbling and caught sight of Viggo. He was sitting next to the red bookshelf that was stuffed with toys. He was wearing his flying suit and held a toy car in his hands. Curiously, he turned the car over, raised it to his mouth, and snapped it in half with his toothless gums.<\/p>\n
My legs threatened to collapse underneath me.<\/p>\n
Little Viggo wasn\u2019t a disaster waiting to happen. He was a disaster that had\u00a0already\u00a0happened.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Antboy 5 SLIME, SNOT AND SUPER POWERS Excerpt Then the telephone rang and I … Oh. No. … remembered. Remembered how the phone had also rung last Saturday when I was talking to Karen. Remembered how it had woken up her grandson, Viggo. Karen had promised to look after him for half an hour while […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-2662","page","type-page","status-publish","entry"],"yoast_head":"\n