‘No … way.’ Joan shook her head. ‘Paul’s making that up, surely. I mean, he works in a museum and library, he’s surrounded by fantasy and he has nothing to fill his idle mind. He must be making it all up.’
‘Apparently not. I thought it was pretty mad, too.’
‘You need proof. I won’t believe you without proof.’
‘Well, he wants me to meet his parents, so I guess I can just ask straight out.’ Grace shrugged. ‘I’ll get really drunk, then lean on his dad’s shoulder and say, “Excuse me, are you the Masked Surfer who I hit on the other week?” I reckon that’ll go down great.’
‘Don’t forget, this is still Mr. Davis, our old drama teacher.’ Joan suddenly slapped Grace’s knee and gasped. ‘Oh my god. Paul wants you to meet his parents?’
‘I suppose I’d only be meeting his mum for the first time, ha
