FOUR
Ben Green sat slumped in one of the three matching armchairs which, along with the three-seater and two-seater settees, formed part of the new living room suite belonging to his girlfriend Natasha’s parents.
Natasha’s parents were both solicitors and their four-bedroom house, which was situated in one of the more affluent streets in the village, was where Ben was forced to spend every Sunday lunchtime for the last four weeks.
Ben knew full well that Natasha’s parents did not think that he was good enough for their daughter. Not so much because of what they actually said to his face, but more by virtue of the way that they spoke to him. Not to mention the sideways glances he often caught sight of when they thought that his attention was elsewhere.
Natasha was their only child and a
