” asked his mother, looking down at her clenched hands.“What?”“You know, do you think that they have slept together?” His mother spat out th... words like rancid milk.“I don’t know, how should I?” replied Mike, looking out the window.“Tell us the truth, Mike. This is very important.” she said, her voice quivering with emotion.“Honest, I don’t know. I know she really likes him. He seems OK to me. What’s happened?”“Nothing, we hope.” offered his father. “We had a phone call from someone who. I heard her scamper off to her room, as I set about cleaning myself up. I put my shorts back on and found a fresh shirt and went back to my homework, as I wondered if I would ever be able to look Em in the face again.The rest of the afternoon passed off un eventfully. My folks came home from work, and Mum cooked dinner. We chatted about our days as we ate, though not saying a word or even looking at my sister. I helped Mum with the washing up and went back to my room and played games on the. I was going to speak to them about my father and to pass on my thanks but didn’t want to interrupt them, after all it could wait until I came back after my coffee. As I passed them by, they hadn’t really noticed me as they were so engrossed in their own conversation. I was trying to ignore them, until I heard one nurse beg the older one to “Go home, Maureen” in a slightly more forceful tone than the rest of the conversation. That pricked up my ears.I turned back to face them over the counter. She'd been quite the partier at university and had been a legendary quarters player. She didn't know if they even played quarters back in her father's day."That's something with a quarter and a shot glass, right? Let's go. How hard can it be?"They moved to the small dining room table and sat across from each other with a shot glass in front of each of them and the tequila off to the side. Nikki explained the rules. Bounce the quarter once off the table and into the opponent's shot glass. If you.