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tell they were overjoyed to have us both home as Mum must have mentioned it at least twenty times. Her favourite line was, “Oh it’s just like old times.” We laughed about Mick’s new hobbies that he was trying to acquire for his retirement but failing miserably. Kyle told us stories about parties he had attended and name-dropped quite frequently, his ego revealing itself again. I stayed quiet and just enjoyed the noise, the laughter that bubbled up from their stories helped to ease the pain, and the noise drowned out my own thoughts. It was as if Kyle had brought some much-needed joy back to our four walls.
                  I hadn’t packed a lot when I moved home and party dresses hadn’t been the top of my list when I did pack my things, however I managed to find some skinny jeans and a black silk top that could pass as a “going out” outfit. I borrowed some of Mum’s black Louboutins and used her make-up to mask my misery. When I stepped out of my room an hour or so later, Kyle was also walking out of his room. He wore dark blue jeans, black, leather dress shoes and a tight black shirt that looked good on his toned body. He looked me up and down, and not a word was spoken for a second.
                  “We match,” I recovered, and he smiled at me.
                  “You look great Soph, that prick has no idea what he’s done.”
                  “You think?” I laughed, embarrassed. We had already drunk some wine and it had loosened my misery a little.
                  “I know.” He grinned.
                  We made our way downstairs and found our respective parents out on the patio, enjoying more wine in the evening sunshine. Mum was laughing as Mick filled her in on a recent story from the golf club. He loved to entertain her and was grateful for her undivided attention. She gave it so willingly that it was a pleasure to watch them together. To think years before I was worried that Mick would break her heart. I thought he was a womanising, smarmy car dealer who would use her and cast her aside. However, he didn’t; he was never that man, he adored mum and she him. They were great together.
                  “Right, we’ll get a taxi,” Kyle said.
                  “Oh you two look adorable,” Mum said, her laughter still lingering in her voice. “Wait, let me get a picture.” She dashed off for her camera, and Mick reclined his chair to take in the last of the day’s warmth.
                  “You two got enough cash?” he barked, his voice was so deep and commandeering that everything he said sounded like an order.
                  “Dad we’re almost thirty for God’s sake, we have our own money now.” Kyle said.
                  “Old habits,” he said, winking.
                  “Right, smile,” Mum said from behind us, and we both groaned. Kyle slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. We both smiled and she shouted, “Cheese!” We grinned as she clicked away.
                  “So good to have you both back,” she tittered, heading back to her wine. “Have a good time,”
                  “We will!” Kyle shouted over his shoulder, pulling me towards the door.
                  “Bye!” I yelped as we left at speed,
                  “Shit … we need to get out of here before they get the video camera out.” I laughed again, and we waited outside for the taxi.
                  Kyle lit a cigarette. “Wow, you still smoke?” I asked, “Thought we’d grown out of that.”
                  “Only when I have a drink,” he said with a tight mouth as he lit the cigarette. “Want one?”
                  “God no, I haven’t smoked for years, Simon …” I stopped myself. Simon never liked me smoking, and so I gave it