Mum began it, neatly and discreetly
backhanding a table tennis champ
in an old Cortina conveniently off ramp
later, got caught
on a badminton court
shuttlecocking
or something shocking
I think there was a baby?
not Dad’s maybe?
it’s all a bit hazy
meanwhile, Dad rode distance
to see his sister
he insisted
but suspiciously
dressed a little too lightly
for a ride down to Devon on a Honda C90
I’m guessing it was Margaret
the woman in the local supermarket
we saw one week
when she stopped us to speak
by the discounted meat
‘Have you told her yet?’ she said
staring at dad as she ruffled my head