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Tony
Tony heard Tammy’s car door slam shut.
‘Good riddance,’ he said, getting up from the table. He bent over the mess of fruit on the ground. ‘How dare she,’ he said. ‘I mean, can you believe that? My own daughter.’
Kim stared at the wall with a stony expression.
‘My dad died and she can’t even stop looking at her phone,’ he said.
‘You always have an excuse,’ said Kim.
‘What?’ he said. He was kneeling, cradling melons against his chest.
‘The two times, years ago, when we had been late on paying rent. That year the residents didn’t tip you well at Christmas. When you got flustered at the callback interview. You bring it all home – every stress the world puts on you – and you put it right on Tammy.’
‘This is different. My dad –’
‘I would have left too,’ Kim said, her voice bare
