Chapter Thirty-FiveI’m having steak for the second night running, and I’m not complaining. Mum’s cooked it to perfection: no blood, no red; no soggy, soft meat. Just a slab of thick, well-done, crispy goodness.
‘So good, Mum,’ Jenna says through mouthfuls.
‘Thanks, love. Do you want any more? Have some of mine.’ Mum starts to shift her dinner onto another plate. Unlike the rest of us, she’s not eaten much. She only picked at the bruschetta starter, too.
‘Don’t be silly, Mum. You have it.’ Jenna shakes her head.
‘Eat your dinner,’ Dad nods before burping loudly. ‘It’s delicious.’
‘Manners,’ Mum mutters.
‘How was last night, Al?’ Jenna asks me.
I shrug. I’m not sure how much I want to talk about it at the dinner table. I’ve told Jenna that Daisy’s my girlfriend, but no one else. I kne
