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‘Hum,’ Wendy says in a silly voice. ‘Quite a profound statement, that one, don’t you think?’
‘Gosh, I just realised, we didn’t pay,’ Harry says. ‘We didn’t pay, did we?’
‘Um, no. Well, I didn’t, anyway.’
‘Me neither.’
‘Ha!’ Wendy laughs. ‘Well, serves him right.’
Wendy and Todd
Wendy: Hello, sweetheart.
Todd: Oh! Sorry, I thought it was Dad.
W: Yes, I bet. I’m on your father’s phone. He lent it to me.
T: Right. Um,whyare you on Dad’s phone?
W: Maybe because you don’t pick up when I use mine?
T: …
W: I’ve left about ten voicemails, and I’ve called you maybe twenty times since I got back.
T: Look, I’m sorry, OK?
W: For?
T: For not picking up. I just… I didn’t know what to say.
W: About what, honey?
T: About, oh, come on, Mum. You know full well.
W: Something to do with the wedding, maybe?
T: Look, I’m sorry. I should have told you. I know.
W: I understand that was a difficult thing to say to me.
T: Cool. So, we’re good, then?
W: But leaving it to your little sister was a bit weaselly, don’t you think?
T: Yeah, I know. I asked Dad first. But he was just like, ‘Do it yourself, lad.’
W: Interesting. Well, I don’t blame him.
T: He says you’ve stopped drinking, though…
W: I have. And that’s partly thanks to you.
T: Thanks tome?
W: Yes. Your ultimatum about the wedding helped me realise I have a problem. So thanks for that.
