Scarab's mother, Nefertiti, was looking at me intently. And a little fondly, as she is wont to do.
"You look very pretty tonight, hazelblackberry," she said.
"Thanks, Nefertiti! I'm wearing make-up, you know. It hides a multitude of sins."
"No, dahlink, no. You look just like you did when you were a little girl."
At last! Someone tells me I'm childish and they mean it as a compliment.