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17th May 2014
He sat on the lounger, listening to the ring tone.
Eventually: “Hi son, how you doing?”
“Hi, Dad, doing fine. Sunning by the pool. Just wanted to see how you both are,” he replied.
“We’re fine, but I can’t talk now because we have to go and get your Mum another toothbrush. She seems to think I’ve used it to clean the sink or some such nonsense and she’s waiting in the car. You know how impatient she gets.”
“Ok, I’ll call you back later then.”
“Okey-doke,” Dad said then added as an afterthought: “Oh, and those two Detectives came back the other day and spoke to your Mum, whilst I was out. They told her they need to speak to you again to clear something up.”
“Really? Did she let them in, Dad?”
“Yes, apparently the young lad’s got a prostate problem and needed to use the loo. You should tell him to get it checked out. Would be silly to ignore it.”
“Right. Yeah, well I’ll tell him that when I speak to him. Take care and love to Mum.”
He cancelled the call and sat quietly in thought.
Leaning over, he popped the cap off a beer, took a mouthful, swallowed slowly then muttered, “The sneaky bastards.”