“Oh, good grief!” said her Dad angrily. “I’m lost for words. We didn’t bring you up like this. You need to start standing on your own two feet and accepting responsibility for your actions. You can’t go around blaming everyone but yourself for your mistakes. In fact, that’s exactly what you’re going to do. From now on, you can forget about any monthly allowances from us – you’re cut off until we get our money back, do you hear?”
Felicity gasped. She’d spent most of October’s fifty thousand-pound allowance already. She had twenty thousand left in her bank account, that was all. “But, Dad, you can’t just cut me off. What am I supposed to do for money?” She looked pleadingly at her mum, who looked down at the floor.
“You’ll just have to go out and get a job, won’t you,” hissed her dad. “And
