Thanks for the Memories. Cecelia Ahern

Dad.’ I start to laugh while he looks on as though I’m having an episode. ‘You are medicine enough for me. Well, you need to get stronger pills. They’re not working, are they?’

      He turns his back and makes his way down the hall, grumbling, ‘They’d bloody well work if I remembered to take them.’

      ‘Dad,’ I call to him and he stops at the top of the stairs. ‘Thanks for not asking any questions about Conor.’

      ‘Sure, I don’t need to. I know you’ll be back together in no time.’

      ‘No we won’t,’ I say softly.

      He walks a little closer to my room. ‘Is he stepping out with someone else?’

      ‘No he’s not. And I’m not. We don’t love each other. We haven’t for a long time.’

      ‘But you married him, Joyce. Didn’t I bring you down the aisle myself?’ He looks confused.