THE CAMPER (50%)

Two knit stitches, two purl stitches… In a corner of the bedroom, grandmother was knitting a wool blanket while her daughter and son-in-law were arguing with her three grandkids. “There’s no such thing as a holiday if we all don’t go together!” Alejandro Gabbi emphatically told his children, who had already made other plans. “But… dad, I want to go with my school mates,” said the eldest son. “And we wanted…,” the young ones hardly managed to say before their father ended the argument. “No ifs, ands or buts! Around here, we let the voice of the majority rule and my vote counts for four”. Alejandro retorted, slamming his fist on the table. “And grandma is coming with us. There’s room for all, and besides… you cook marvellously”. Grandmother, without batting an eyelid, kept on knitting, two knit stitches, two purl stitches …