I wake to the trill of my parent"s telephone. I"m not sure I slept and it certainly wasn"t for long, yet the beginnings of dawn are filtering through the shutters. Gloria is lying on her side of the bed, cuddling her toy rabbit. Keen to answer the phone before it wakes her, I hurry out of bed. When I enter the living room, Bill is already halfway across the room, tying off his dressing gown. He reaches the phone first and picks up the receiver.
"Hello?"
There"s a long pause. I hover anxiously. Who would call so early? The police? Knowing they"ll catch me at home? But it isn"t the police. I know that when a broad smile spreads across my father"s face.
"It"s for you."
I take the phone from his outstretched hand and press it to my ear.
"What are you doing at your parents" place?" He soun
