Everyone applauded as Tracy and Mick walked onto the floor. A Sex Pistols hit blared out and they pogoed around each other, purple mohawks bobbing, and ripped, safety-pinned clothes hugging their bodies.
‘I can’t believe Mum kept those,’ said Jess. ‘Is she ever going to grow up?’
‘If she hasn’t by now I guess she never will,’ said Luke. ‘I suppose she’s just reliving her youth now Dad’s gone. He never approved of that phase in her life, did he?’