‘There’s a mulberry thief! Someone’s stealing the mulberries!’
Every morning it’s the same routine. Kerry ducks out of bed to be the first to the mulberry bush. ‘One for Nick, two for Kerry,’ she counts out loud as she places one in the bowl and two in her mouth. If it wasn’t for her painted lips and hands, Nick would be none the wiser. The sweet, robust popping sensation in her mouth, a little like caviar, takes Kerry to another world. She’d be no good as a thief!