Day Ten“Daddy, Daddy. What are we going to do today?” Joey ran into his father's bedroom and leapt onto the bed.
“What would you like to do today, Joey?” Bill asked. He wondered what Sally would make of his son bouncing around on the bed first thing in the morning.
Rushing into his father's bedroom was something Joey had always done and Bill had never discouraged it. He wanted his son to know he was always there for him. However, in the past there had only been the two of them. But once Joey got used to the idea of Sally living here, she would be sleeping in here and she may not like being attacked in the mornings by a four-year-old monster.
“I don't know, Daddy. You choose something.”
“We could go to the shops to get some more tinsel for the tree and perhaps a few decorations for the
