That evening mum’s strategy began. “Would you like a drink dear,” she said to dad, sitting him down comfortably. “Me and Alison will do the washing and drying.”
No response. Maybe she didn’t say it loud enough, or maybe he thought it was a joke. Anyway we left him with his drink and went into the kitchen. “Mum,” I said, “What if…”
“What if what my dear,” she replied. “ We have to tell him and gentle hints might be best I think.” We did the dishes without saying much to each other. I knew it was coming tonight and I dreaded it.

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