We left my nephew’s engagement party, Husband, Laura and I made our way home.
Laura sat on the back seat of the car and made a phone call. I had no choice but to listen. She made an arrangement with someone to meet at a popular club.
‘Who’s that then?’ I asked.
‘My friend.’
We neared the nightclub, it was down an unlit road. ‘Can you drop me of here at the corner?’ she asked.
‘No, we’ll take you to the door,’ I said.
‘I’m meeting my friend here on the corner of this street.’
Husband pulled the car to an abrupt stop.
I used to ferry my daughter about everywhere when she was younger, no standing on street corners for her. I wanted to keep her safe, make sure she came to no harm.
I did not want to leave her on this desolate street corner, in the dead of night, on her own. I protested.
‘For God’s sake,’ she said, ‘I’m not a child.’
Husband shook his head at me, a remark in his eyes.
I watched out of the side window as we drove away from her, as we picked up speed. She was employed on her mobile phone.
I expressed my concern to Husband, ‘We should have dropped her off at the club. I’m not happy leaving her on street corners.’
‘Let her get on with it. If we took her to the club, she would walk back to where she wants to be, and you’d be none the wiser.
True.
But, my heart bled a drop.
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