Wearing her huge sunglasses and floppy rimmed hat, she looked like an old time film star, and just as Diane had predicted, she was on the phone. Her constant calls must be mounting up quite a bill, but unless Dad cut off her access, the cost was probably the least of her worries. She gave a weak smile as I approached, and her conversation ended. “Oh, hello, Amy. I’ve just been talking to Mr Kempton.” “What did he have to say?” “He spoke to your father on his way to work this morning. It appears he’s using his work schedule as an excuse for our separation.” “Oh?” “Yes. According to Ron, John has a big job on and couldn’t afford to spend the time away. He said he hopes we’re having a good time, and that he misses us.” “Do you think that’s true?” “I’m not sure what to think.” Mum looked strained. I couldn’t imagine what she must be feeling. I’d never had a relationship that had lasted more than a few days, let alone twenty years. “Do you miss him?”
