Becky blew her nose.
"If you count the jacket, then, yes."
"Jacket?"
"That leather thing. Makes him look like an American airline pilot."
"Rather dashing, I thought."
"He bought it from a church jumble sale in Genoa! Add to that the Converse. And he started getting decent haircuts. The signs were there."
"Didn't you pick up that short, leather pencil skirt during the same holiday? Who was that in aid of?"
Becky fanned herself with a menu. Her mother raised an eyebrow.
"It's a hot flash, Mum, that's all."