“It’s a girls’ clothing party and men are not allowed, darling!” Mum sounded all sweetness and light to me.
“Girls party, clothing, damn it all. I come home and there’s going to be a girl’s party, and men aren’t allowed, it’s not on!”
“It is on, and we have a problem, either you can take me out for a slap up meal or you can go out and find something to do, until!” Mum fell silent.
Chloe responded. “About Ten pm I think, I can’t see it going on much later.
“Ten tonight!” Dad exploded! “Slap up meal be blowed, I’m going down the golf-range, I could do with some practice!”
“Perfect!” That was mum again.
Dad’s going down the golf range, the sentence sounded so innocent. A man driven out of his own home by the collusion of the women who live there. Innocent or not, it created an almo
