#34 The Oasis

“You’re kidding me?”

“Am I?”

“Aren’t you?”

“No.”

“We’re really going?”

“I’ve told you, we’re going.”

“You promise?”

“For the thousandth time, yes.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Sammy’s smile seemed almost to touch each ear as it spread across her face. I’d been talking to her about the Oasis ever since she was little, stories from when I was her age and I’d been able to see it from my bedroom window. I loved that view. Part of the reason I’d never taken Sammy was that I knew it wouldn’t be the same anymore. Part of it was that it was a long way and Sammy was not a patient traveller.

“Can we go now? Please, please please?”

“Fine, get in the car.”

“Thank you! Mummy, in your stories, you used to call the Oasis something else. What was it?”

“The Atlantic dear. We called it the Atlantic.”

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