Chapter 25
“Although your father has arranged time off, you know what will probably happen.” Dad was an inspector with the West Midlands Police Force. He would often be called in at short notice to deal with some emergency or other.
“I know. It happens too regularly. He ought to put his foot down.”
“I’ve been telling him that for years, but you know your father.”
The conversation dragged on as it usually did, with mum passing on bits of gossip, which frankly didn’t interest me, but she thought I should know. At one point I turned to Mark and moved my fingers and thumb, imitating mum’s constant talking. Mark cracked up, but managed to keep quiet.
Eventually the conversation died down, and I was able to terminate it without offending her. I had a few words with my dad, then we disconnected the call.
“Phew, she does go on a bit,” I told Mark, collapsing on the couch beside him.
“I’m sure her heart is in the right place.”