Saturday's Storyteller: "Purple is my favouritest of all the colours."
by Belinda Roddie "Purple is my favouritest of all the colours," announced Chadwick as he furiously scribbled in his colouring book. And he wasn't joking - everything on the page, from the trees to the buildings to the people to even the sky itself - was a rich violet, lovingly stroked onto the paper by a tired, half-eaten crayon. When Chadwick flipped the page, he began to fill in the body of a scientifically inaccurate Tyrannosaurus Rex in a swamp with even more purple. I poured myself another glass of cider as Chadwick's mother, wrinkled around her cheekbones and graying at her temples, sagged deeper into her easy chair. The three hours I had spent thus far with them had been quiet and uneventful - we had had our supper, watched a cartoon on the telly, and now relaxed with drinks while Chadwick happily worked on his colouring book. Only this time, as I turned to gaze at Mrs. Alston, she looked even more exhausted than before. "His father," she comme