“Right. How about we take you out for a bit of sun, then?” she said in that cooing voice she reserved for small children, the terminally confused, and Tip. “You can go and charm the customers in the outdoor seats.” Scooping him up with a hand under his plastron, she carried him through the café and out into the garden, depositing him on the lawn by the tables. “There we go.”
She wasn’t all that bad, Tip thought as he munched a blade of grass. As older sisters went, that was. There weren’t many employers who’d be so understanding about him having to take emergency “sick leave” at a moment’s notice several times a week. And she hardly ever teased him about it, possibly because she’d had protruding ears as a child and knew what it was like to have a physical abnormality. Tip drew his head in guiltily as he remembered all those “Dumbo” jokes that’d seemed so funny at the time. Yep, she was definitely better than he deserved.