Class Act
What do you think?’ I said, turning to Rosie, who was sitting on the bed stroking Nutmeg, my ginger cat.
My daughter gave me a cursory glance. ‘Very nice, Mum.’
I wasn’t so sure. I’d worn the black trousers and sparkly, gold blouse on several special occasions, and I couldn’t help feeling that something new for the school reunion would be a real treat.
‘Do you fancy coming into town on Saturday?’ I asked, changing back into my jeans and jumper. ‘That dress I told you about might be reduced.’
I’d seen the midnight-blue, lace number in the department store the previous week and had baulked at the price, but maybe, with the sales starting…
Rosie gave a little grimace. ‘Actually, I was going to ask a favour for Saturday. I’ve been offered a double shift, and Jason’s got a rewiring job booked, so… Would you be able to have the boys?’
‘The pain had faded, but I knew it would never vanish completely’
My daughter was the manager of
