She left Susan’s flat at quarter to nine and dithered. She went home and rang her father to say hello, to ease her guilty conscience.“Hi, Dad. It’s Maggie.”“I thought you were going to ring during the weekend.”Maggie only just caught her sigh. It was always the same, and it didn’t matter what she said or did, she couldn’t do anything right where her father and stepmother were concerned. “I’m sorry.” She didn’t bother making excuses.“I see your mother is in the magazines again.”“Oh?” Good grief, what had her mother done now?“You haven’t seen the Woman’s Weekly?”“No.”“She has a new lover.” Her father snorted, and she knew if they were standing in the same room his cheeks would blaze with anger, and that fury would echo in his eyes. “Some rugby player,” he added with disgust.As usual, Maggie didn’t know what to say, planted firmly in the middle of her parents.“A younger rugby player. He’s your age!”“Oh.” Maggie wondered what Susan would say about an older woman whisking another eligible bachelor out of the dating pool.“It’s disgusting the way that woman flaunts herself.”“Dad, I rang to see how you are.
