His usual suede and gabardine has been replaced by a pair of skinny black jeans and a generously cut black vest. As for his hair - there’s an unusual amount of comb-over activity going on. Mid-life crises? Wonder what Elaine has to say about his ‘commoners’ clothes. ‘You’re looking … cool, dad.’ I immediately regret the sarcasm in my voice. He beams. ‘You think? You think?’ ‘Eh … yeah.’ His smile fades and he lowers his voice. ‘They want to see you tomorrow.’ Now my smile vanishes. I take a deep breath. ‘You will go, won’t you, Payton?’ Silence. ‘You have to go or you’ll end up in jail.’ I cross my arms tightly across my chest and silently study the floor. My father frowns. ‘Payton, they’ll find something on you.
