|Lilian at 17|
‘That’ll do it, Dad,’ Tony said.
I’d only known Tony a year when Jack died in 1986.
‘When was your brother born?’ I asked. We were getting all the official documentation together, birth certificate, marriage certificate, to take to the Registrar.
‘Your parents were only married in November 1938.’
‘The sneaky bugger!’ Tony started to laugh. ‘And he gave me and Baz such a hard time when we had to get married!’
I was amazed he hadn’t worked it out before. His sister had. I had. I guess girls are like that.