SHE STILL DIDN’T HAVE an answer to her question that night as she put Damien to bed. Downstairs she could hear Robbie shouting at the television.
“Don’t just fuckin’ stand there, take him down!”
Valerie winced as Damien looked up at her. A few seconds later a second ‘f**k’ could be heard and she sighed as she tucked him in.
“Good night,” she leaned over and kissed his brow, “I’ll get you some milk.”
“f**k,” Damien smiled.
Valerie didn’t reply to that one but she did descend the stairs rather quickly not long after to find Robbie sprawled out on the couch watching a rugby league match.
“Robbie, enough,” she yelled, “you’re teaching our son how to swear, I can hear you up there.”
“Sorry,” his eyes shifted to her for a moment, “I didn’t know I was shouting so loudly.”
She threw her ar
