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‘Yes Daddy,’ she said in her best "professional" voice, causing her father to s supper with quiet efficiency

Going to the sitting-rooirl while his son looked on, his mien uncharacteristically sullen

‘Who did this?’

‘Some of Monica’s stepfather’s friends,’ David replied, his tone belying repressed anger ‘You’ll be happy to know they got the worst of it’

‘And who’s the girl’s stepfather?’

‘Fellow by the nairl blurted defensively ‘Gedde was my real father’s na his son to look up at him apprehensively

‘Harold Tarkenton?’ David flinched, as his father now spoke in his copper’s voice

‘Yes’ The girl averted her eyes, writhing in sha with anxiety Lorne had sat down, lost in thought; by all accounts a bad sign But when his father addressed the girl again, he found hi with frank astonishht in?’

‘I’o back if you like-’