With all the raised voices downstairs he thought it would be better if he remained out of the way. When he heard Catherine shout his name, he knew they were rowing about him. Eventually, he was bursting to go to the bathroom. Once there he took a long shower and decided to dress slowly. His new clothes were very well made. The shorts were brown linen with a subtle embroidered decoration and his white shirt was made of the same material. He remembered how unbearable the weather had been, and taking responsibility for his welfare for once, he slathered himself in some factor fifty sunblock. He added a pair of cool designer sunglasses to his Marks and Spencer’s garb and felt pretty good about himself. So good, in fact, that he decided to keep it all instead of dumping everything at the end of his trip like he usually did. When he heard the door slam followed by the sound of Jack driving off he ventured downstairs and into the heart of the family, the kitchen.
