EpilogueEarly the next morning the bedroom door flew open.
“Daddy, Daddy,” said Joey, running into the room. He stopped abruptly when he saw Sally lying next to his father.
Bill took her hand under the covers and waited to see what his son would do next. Had he forgotten Sally was here?
“Mummy, Mummy,” said Joey, jumping onto the bed. “It's morning. Wake up.” Bill heaved a sigh of relief. He would hate to go through the trouble they'd had the day before.
Sally opened her eyes. “What time is it?”
“Seven-thirty,” said Bill.
“Ugh! It's the middle of the night. Come on. Get into bed with us for half an hour. Don't make too much noise, Wendy may still be asleep.”
Joey squeezed himself down the covers between his father and Sally.
“She's not.” Barbara's voice came from the doorway. Joey
