I spent the next morning with my parents. We didn't do anything in particular, just had breakfast together and mooched about the house. The introduction of Tabitha was an obvious elephant in the room, but it didn't feel like there was any dreaded anticipation attached to her homecoming. More just a biding of time until it was to happen.
It reached 11.45am, and I said I'd better be heading off. No need to say where or why.
"Ok, darling", my mum said. "We'll see you when you get back home."
My dad, head buried in the morning newspaper, raised his hand to bid me adieu.
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