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I finish my smoothie and place the glass on the coffee table. Dad still has about half of his left. God knows how he manages to drink it so slow; mine’s gone as soon as it touches my lips.
Mum pauses the TV and turns to face me on the couch.
“Hey, I was watching that, Sue,” Dad says, trying to snatch the remote off her.
“Look, Chris,” she replies, moving it out of his reach, “we watch far too much TV as it is in this house. I think we should spend more time talking to each other.”
“But that was the news. It’s important.”
“Family is important, too. And I’m sick to death of hearing about vampires and curfews. It’s not going away any time soon, so let’s not let it rule our lives.”
Dad tuts, folding his arms like a spoilt child.
It puts a smile on my face, taking me far away from th
