Sitting at the library cafe, waiting for it to open. Childminding lady comes in with five toddlers, sits them all on chairs. They sit quietly babbling, looking around, waiting. Suddenly, a little white-haired girl in a flowery dress thrusts her hands in the air for no apparent reason and shouts ‘YEEEEEEE!’ at the top of her lungs. All the other toddlers stare, shocked. I stare. The lady stares. She’s a young Candice, that one.