8 THE STRUGGLE FOR IDENTITYThe following morning, Daisy didn’t have more of a hangover than two Paracetamols and a shower could take care of, but that wasn’t ever going to be the problem anyway. She wondered whether her father would find out, indeed if he already knew, and if so, what he would say. She decided to put on a light, cheerful face as she entered the dining room.
“Good morning, Mum, good morning, Dad! What a lovely day, isn’t it?”
“Yes, isn’t it? Did you enjoy your evening with your little friend then, darling?”
“She’s hardly ‘little”, Mum, she’s twenty-one, the same age as I am, but the whole day was marvellous. I enjoyed being with Dad and learning from him. I felt proud of the way my suggestions for the g*n club were adopted. I enjoyed our lunch, and it was really nice to
