I smiled back and considered her words.
“One more drink and one more fag then we’ll go in?” she suggested.
“OK,” I replied.
“Are you still warm enough?” she asked as she grabbed our empty glasses.
“Do you want some tights?”
I gauged the chill on my legs.
“Nah I’m OK,” I replied.
“Can I put my jacket on though?” I asked.
“Of course. I’ll fetch it.”
Mum went in and came straight back with the fitted black jacket I’d worn for the meeting.
“Thanks,” I said as I took it from her.
I stood up and put it on, then looked down at myself.
I know it sounds silly but I felt really grown up.
I should have been thinking ‘yikes I’m wearing women’s clothes but I didn’t,
well…
not much anyway.