Sarah could have kissed the little demon.
As a tantrum went, it was earsplitting, repugnant, infuriating.
As a distraction, it was sheer, unadulterated genius. Inspired, really.
Every face in the lobby turned to the crescendoing storm of hideous shrieks with identical looks of horror, and she could see the gleam of phantasm spankings in some of their eyes.
His tiny arms lashed every direction,...
