Chapter 10As they drove over to his parents' house, John kept looking across at Angie. She was unusually quiet and even when he tried to coax her, she refused to elaborate apart from yes or no answers. He prayed she wouldn't throw a tantrum in front of his mum and dad.
'Here we are, then,' he said, smiling.
'Hope they won't be funny with me over Christmas Day. If they start, I'm telling you – I'll walk out.'
'Angie, they're not like that. You ought to know that by now.'
She shrugged.
John got their presents out of the boot and walked up the drive. His parents came out, waving.
'Hallo, John, Angie. How lovely to see you,' his mum said, hugging and kissing them both on the cheek. His dad did the same.
'Come on inside, take the weight off your feet,' Susan said.
George took their coat
