‘I’m seeing the woman I babysit for.’
’And why is that so shameful?’
’It isn’t.’
’How old is she?’ said his mother.
’I dunno.’
’How old do you think she is?’
’That’s a bit rude.’
’Rude to guess?’ said his sister, Grace. ‘When she’s not here?’
’Well. If I said sixty-two and she’s thirty-nine……I’d feel, I dunno. Disloyal.’
’You think you might be sleeping with a sixty-two-year-old?’ said Grace.
’Oh, Joseph,’ said his mother, despairingly.
’I don’t thinkhe’s actually sleeping with a sixty-two-year-old,’ said Grace, ‘I think he’s just making up a ridiculous excuse for not telling us.’
