“If the wind changes you’ll stay like that.”
The child rolled her eyes and glanced sidelong at her mother, then wrinkled her nose and bared her teeth again.
“It’s true. Happened to another little girl I know. There was a puff from behind her and whoops! Nose inside out and one ear wrapped right round her chin.”
The child turned away. The woman leaned forward quickly and blew hard on the back of her neck. The girl squealed and ran off laughing.
“And when did my wind change?” her mother wondered. “Or has it always blown out of the north-east, edged with the rusty iron smell of snow?”