Twelve
On Friday morning, Steve had the TV news on while he was eating breakfast with Trish, his second wife.
Trish had been his mistress while Barbara, the mother of his two adult children, had been dying of lung cancer. He’d married her a few months after Barbara’s death, despite his father’s protestations that she was a gold digger. Steve didn’t see it that way, even if she was twenty years younger than him and the same age as his older son. At least the boys hadn’t said anything, and it hadn’t taken Trish long to win the old boy over.
As Con’s life was ending, it had been Trish sitting with him on those lonely nights when he couldn’t sleep because of the chemo. That was when Con got to know her and realised she was a girl with a heart.
As they were discussing their plans for the we
