Boxed in

No matter how diplomatic he was, Jenny always boxed him into a corner.

No matter how diplomatic he was, Jenny always boxed him into a corner.

Section 74 is a diplomatic corpse

“Hi, is that Jenny? It’s Vernon.”

“And?”

“Jenny I’m due to have the children tomorrow. I’m just checking if that’s still okay?” Vernon didn’t want Nsansa to go to the trouble of cooking for the children if they then pulled out at the last minute.

“Why wouldn’t it be okay Vernon?”

“Well, because last time, and the time before, they didn’t come… and I want to make some arrangements.”

“Don’t pick a fight Vernon; my mum was ill on one of those occasions and we got free tickets to the theatre the other time. Was there anything else?”

“Yes. Can I speak to Daniel or Claire?”

“The girls are in town Vernon. Daniel’s here with a friend… If he comes to the phone, be nice.”

Chucky  gave a knowing look... at least he understood.

Chucky gave a knowing look… at least he understood.

The weight of diplomacy forced Vernon to his knees and he sat beside the sofa glad of Chucky’s attention. Nsansa walked past, towards the kitchen, miming he thought some kind of complex Siamese dance routine. “Tea, Kutumpa, Tea.” She whispered vehemently in response to his puzzled shrug.

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