Ready?

It was nearly six in the evening, Karl and my brothers had gone out god knows where, my father was in the living-room watching TV whereas my mother was keeping me company in the hall as I waited for Tim. He had texted me about ten minutes ago saying he was leaving his house.

He'll be here soon enough, I inwardly sighed, my eyes darting to the window.

'I understand what you must be feeling, darling," my mother went on, oblivious to my total lack of interest 'but ...