Prologue
‘Enough’s enough!’ My father’s strict voice cut through the noise the three of us children were making as we rough-housed together. Silence fell at once – Father was being disturbed by our noise. ‘Helen, you’ve had enough.’ My mother’s gentle voice made me draw my hand back, as I stretched out for another chocolate biscuit. Her tone of voice said: ‘You don’t need another; your hunger has been satisfied. To take another is greed.’ 5
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