But I refuse to sit at the table and feed it to Baby from a fork like Mum does. I unearth a bowl and tip dog meat in to it. Baby looks up at me like I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I actually have lost my mind, because the next thing I know I’m crouching on the floor, picking out meaty chunks with a fork and feeding them to the dog. I am insane. I’m actually a little worried about Mum. I mean, she’s not back yet and no one has heard from her since she phoned Dan last night. What if Ron is an axe murderer? Although I can admit that is a little unlikely. I mean, wouldn’t I have noticed? I’ve seen the man every week for the past two years, wouldn’t I have been able to tell if he had axe murderer stamped on his forehead? Besides, axe murderers don’t help little old ladies reach products on the higher shelves, do they? Okay then, what if he’s a serial rapist? Is that better or worse? What if Mum’s spent the night in the police station, trying to identify him? Is that better than sleeping with him on the first date?
