Hugh woke up the next day, seized by an inexplicable hungover and fatigue. He took a bath and sat down to eat his breakfast at the dining table, clutching his head and groaning internally. Hugh's mother came and sat by him, clearing her throat in a poor attempt to initiate a conversation. "Yes mother?" Hugh said. "Good Morning darling! It's a beautiful-" "Please mother. Not now.I'm so tired of these 'genteel' conversations." "Headache?" "A massive one." "I think you need to be left alone." "Yes please." Hugh's mother left in a flurry while Hugh watched her go. After his breakfast, Hugh decided to rest. He was as it is exhausted and had no wish to meet anyone. But Joan had picked the very day to visit him. So Hugh had to meet her, because ignoring her would prove that he was a

