By Rachel Roberts
It was hot in the car. The air-conditioning had chosen the hottest day of the year to break down. We couldn’t even open the windows - the signs at the entrance on the lion enclosure had been very clear: car windows must be kept shut and doors locked at all times.
I wished Rosie hadn’t chosen Camilla as her companion for the birthday trip to the safari park. Camilla was a spoilt, irritating child. She had already lost all her spending money, Which I had replaced, and chosen the most expensive thing on the lunchtime menu. Then she had dropped strawberry ice cream all over the car seat. I could smell it in the heat.
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