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Dad held the glass door open and Mum came in smiling, with small steps, in her yellow, high-heeled shoes. The light from her necklace and bangles made the door glitter with gold. Dad stayed very still, watching. He smiled a little bit.
A big band was playing jazz on the record player. The player had a special knob that you could turn, which made the needle play the record again after it came to the end. It had been playing this record six times already, or maybe ten. If you shut your eyes and listened to this music, you could see people dancing.
Dad poured Mum a drink. She had a very bright face when she smiled. Her lipstick was red, like the post box in the street, and her eyes were green like the emeralds in her earrings. She smiled a lot. Her voice was fluffy like her fur coat. She talked, and Dad asked some more questions. He smiled a little. He didn't move much.
After the record had played another three times, Dad sat down and talked, and mum was quiet and still, sitting up straight. You could hardly hear Dad's voice: it was almost a whisper. He leaned back in his chair and spread his legs out. Mum's bangles did not rattle.
Copyright © 1991 LS
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