-
Hiya, Dad.
-
I watched my son pacing the room.
-
Not a word from her.
-
No message, and the more time passed,
-
the more convinced he became that she was dead.
-
Then she came through the door, and he was overjoyed.
-
Then I watched all that joy evaporate
-
as he realised why she wasn't on that train.
-
She'd been in another man's bed.
-
*Old McDonald had a farm*
-
*Ee-aye, ee-aye, oh.*
-
They're here.