Bob and Sarah were addicted to it. I wrote to Freddie trying to explain why I had tried to patch things up with him in a dressing gown in Malcolm’s room, but he didn’t reply.Fine, he could sulk if he wanted to, but I was damned if I wasn’t going to tell Bob what I thought of him.Dear Bob,I hope you are very pleased with yourself! Sarah has now lost her job thanks to you. I can’t believe that a father of mine could be so cold and allow a woman to whom he once vowed to forsake above all others [including Big Ones] to end up on the scrap heap of life. You and your creative endeavours have been the downfall of this family. From this day forth I shall call you, well, I don’t know what yet, but when I think of it, you can be certain it will make you sorry you were ever born. Also, now that poor Sarah has lost her job, how can she pay my fees and support herself? And her self-esteem is in ruins. And she’s seeing a therapist called Bunny – well, phoning her, because this Bunny creature lives in LA.
