“Anyway we’ll have lots of time to go shopping for all these items. We’ll have to get you enrolled first, which won’t be easy. We may have to tell your dad and hope he accepts it all and goes along with it,” mum added.
That evening Peter phoned once more, apologising again and again. This time he asked me to go with him at the weekend for a coffee. I told him I would think about it. It was the last weekend before college began and inside me a little devil said ‘go’, while my instincts said ‘no’.
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