Chapter Sixty-Five. Cal.
Seriously, I nearly swallowed my tongue when I caught sight of Mabel. She looks stunning, in a floating little sun dress, without a scrap of make up on her face. Hell, she is gorgeous.
The way she explained the situation with Kirstie, taking care to be honest, but without making my daughter worry any more than she already is, caused my heart to clench in my chest.
Thankfully, that conversation ended pretty quickly, and we are now sitting finishing off our big, all you can eat breakfast at the Toby Carvery on Durham Road. It has been heaven sitting here watching Mabel nibble on a sausage, my mind automatically going to a dirty place, that I had to force myself not to think about for fear of the kids noticing a large bulge in my shorts! When she dipped the s
