“It was alright – I made my first sausage rolls,” I replied shortly. “Didn't bring any home though.”
“Why is that?”
“Because … I ate them all,” I lied.
“Oh, really?” Dad looked at me, mischievously. “Sarah told us the sausage rolls tasted fantastic, and so I assumed you spared her a couple … I hope you have left some for us tonight, as well? Who’s she to you? We’d love to try it too, you know.”
“Wait, how did you know that?” I pursued, trying very hard not to show a hint of resentment. “Did she call us here to tell you or something?”
“No..." Dad mumbled to himself. “Her parents did. In fact they were curious of you and your intentions. You know, walking around offering sausage rolls to innocent girls is quite inappropriate.”
Oh, dang.
We devoured the lobster greedily for a few minutes in silence before my Mum came up with a rather seemingly random suggestion. “How about Bahamas?” Mum looked suggestively at Dad. “Honey?”
“That sounds nice … but it’s too hot for me, I’m afraid.” Dad shook his head, “I was thinking about something on the lines of – Switzerland.”
“Not talking about retirement plans again, are we?” I interjected. “That’s all you guys cared about, these days.”
“Sweetie, you know I’m getting old, and so is your father.” Mum said gently.
“You’re never too old for me,” I smiled, and as we were sat fairly close to each other, we hugged without having to get up.
“Aww,” She sighed. “But we can't stay with you here forever, sweetie. Soon we’ll have to retire to some place else.”
“But … why?”
“To take a looooooooong break.” Dad said dreamily.
“But … who am I going to talk to when you’re gone?” I asked desperately, “who is going to look after … and understand me? Who is going to welcome me home?”
“We’ll be retiring soon,” said Dad, “when we retire we’ll leave this house and everything else in your possession."
"Dad–”
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