Besides, I’m not sure that my mother knows how to video call.”
Then it was bed and to finish what Dylan had started when I was on the phone to my parents. Checking that it was working okay by opening the app on my phone and giving myself a quick blast, which made me squeal with delight, I closed the app and straightened my dress. As soon as I saw the caller-ID I had a decision to make. “This breeze is nice.” I said to Dylan. I was happy that the escalator going up to street level was working because I’m sure that I couldn’t have survived going up all those stairs. As we exited the Underground in the centre of London I asked Dylan if I could follow him up the escalators. Our bedtime routine continued and ended with a very full and contented me going to sleep. I was dreading mum inviting herself over. They were my first ever pairs of shoes with heels more than 2 inches high, my mother telling me that only whores wore higher heels. I’m sure that he’ll understand, I don’t know why he stays with my mother.”
“Maybe he won’t now that you’ve moved out.”
“Maybe, now, do you want to know what I’ve been doing today?
