Mostly the little girl ran free and decided where the pair would go, but the old man became anxious when her way led to concrete steps - steps designed for bigger people - wide steps with hand rails only at the sides.
The old man had trained the little girl to hold his hand when they were walking along a road or in a car park or close to streams - and until that day the little girl had seen steep concrete steps as a place to hold his hand.
Not that day.
- Hold my hand.
- No.
- You've got to hold hands if you want to climb the steps.
So she did. Clasping her hands in front of her, she turned to the old man.
- I hold my own hand.
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