On her way from the children’s home, Nina sat silently in the car. Everything was new and all felt good. The lady, Jean, was kind and did not react to the swearing like others did. The man, John, had a nice face. She liked that.
The house was small, but very clean and tidy. In the corner of the big room was a Christmas tree. Beneath it were lots of presents.
“Who the fuck are all these for?” said Nina.
Jean smiled and said, “They’re all for you if you promise me one thing?”
“What?” said little Nina.
“You can have them if you stop swearing,” said Jean.
“You sure?” said Nina looking from Jean to John and back again.
“Absolutely,” said Jean.
“What?” said Nina.
“Yes, but only if you stop,” said Jean.
“I will,” said Nina and then rushed to unwrap the presents.
When she was finished she sat on Jean’s lap and cuddled her. John looked on as Nina turned and noticed him looking. She dropped to the floor and went over to him, giving him a hug.
“Mr Evans,” said Nina. “Do I have to go back now?”
“No, you now stay here, with the two of us,” said John smiling.
She left him and went to her toys.
‘Fuckin’ great,’ she thought.