Florence paused at the door, “what the hell did you just say?”
She watched as their only daughter Susan, wearing a face like thunder had jumped into her car and set off up up the road with a screech of tyres and a trail of smoke.
Her husband Jim, sitting at the table looked guiltily at his wife. Then he couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth turning up as he started to smile.
“All I said was if she was going to sit outside wearing any less clothes, the neighbours would think she’d forgotten the bathtub. It was only a joke. I didn’t think she was that touchy.”
“Oh Jim, after all these years, will you never learn?”