No sleep for the wicked

Maja

She yawned and hid her wide-open mouth behind her hand.

Unsuccessfully, it turned out that Camille looked at her and said, ‘You carry onto bed, why don’t you?’

Maja Nord bristled and then realised that it was the done thing to alternately feel protective and adoring, about her children. She stifled another yawn and glanced at the large wall clock on the small, pretty alcove in a corner of the kitchen. April’s corner, the old woman, Beatrice, had said fondly when she caught Maja glancing at the area again and again, admiring the pretty floral arrangements, the wallpaper which made the corner so distinctive and warm.

It was past 4 in the morning, and Maja rose. She had a long day ahead. First, she would have to find accommodation; there was no way she would live in that dismal little hovel she had seen. And dealing with her kids was an ongoing battle, an everyday penance, she thought tiredly. Especially Magnus.

While Maddy was just a handful and mouthy, Magnus was tight-lipped and