He rubs at his arms through the sleeves.
“Dad, my tummy hurts.” Bashir wheezes.
Samira Sadiq pops her head round the door, phone in hand…
“Sue Ramsden says Doris Clark is tellin’ everyone on the street you’re a hero!”
Bashir’s eyes widen with amazement and delight.
“Are you a super hero dad?
He jumps off the sofa.
“Can you ﬂy? Spiderman can climb walls. Like this…”
Bashir tries and fails to climb the living room wall. He looks a little panicked and turns to his dad, wheezing.
“Samira! Where’s his inhaler?!”
Nadeem scoops Bashir up and carries him through to the kitchen.
Samira grabs an inhaler from her bag.
Bashir clutches at the inhaler and sucks in.
“What do you reckon? A&E or the what-do-you-call-it, the walkabout centre?”
“I don’t know. Why do I have to decide everything?”
Samira looks at her little boy.
In the car, Samira sits next to Bashir on the back seat.
Bashir concentrates on his breathing. It improves.
“Dad. Does Spiderman ever get asthma?”