Chapter 5
Shane knew how best to start with Dad. Get home straightaway, pausing only at the newsagents for the daily paper, start dinner, and stick the sports channel on. By the time the Land Rover rumbled onto the drive, the whole house smelled of toad-in-the-hole, the match was about to start, and The Sun was ready on the sofa.
“Done with your snit, then?” Dad shouted from the hall, and his keys clattered in the bowl.
“Sorry,” Shane called back, and turned from the oven when Dad appeared in the doorway. “Sorry for losing my temper,” he added.
Dad grunted. “Yeah, well. Suppose I ought to have told you before Chloe.”
Shane shrugged. It still smarted, but if he wanted to even begin a discussion about not going, he needed to let that one slide. Anyway, he could tell Jason about it somet
