Jane                 No.

Tracey              Jackie Smyth, she worked in the co-op, attractive, in a brassy way,

Jane                 And dad fancied her?

Tracey              Well, I thought he did.

Jane                 What happened?

Tracey              Oh I don’t know, he started acting strange, staying late at work, at the pub. Then one Wednesday he came home with a bunch of flowers; stocks, my favourite. I thought he was going to leave me.

Jane                 I never knew about that,

Tracey              He sat me down on the settee, I can remember, clear as a bell, Coronation Street was on the tele.

Jane                 Oh my God, what did he say?

Tracey              He told me he had the cancer, cancer, and do you know all I could feel was relief. Relief that he wasn’t going to leave me for Jackie Smyth.

Jane                 Oh mum,

Tracey              Things aren’t always what they seem Jane. You should talk to him.

Jane                 But he doesn’t…we don’t…I don’t think he loves me anymore.

Tracey              Of course he does.

Jane                 Then why doesn’t he want to sleep with me then? He hasn’t been near me for weeks, and I’ve tried mum, I really have, but he’s not interested in me anymore. Who can blame him?