A bizarre twist... Missy’s narrow escape.

“Mama, I want to go home.”
“Shut up!”
My eyes prickled. I loved Mama. I couldn’t understand why she still hated me so much. Father was ancient history.
A handsome gentleman stopped by our table.
“Two lovely ladies. Would you mind if I join you? I am visiting town and don’t know anyone.”
He looked unsure but Mama beamed at him.
“Of course, no! My daughter, Missy.”
“Enchanté, Mademoiselle.”
He kissed my hand but he had only eyes for Mama. She realised it too.
“Missy, you are tired, take a cab home,” she said, flushing a tenner from her purse.