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"Oh, but he can be so embarrassing about his music sometimes," said Hannah, obviously referring to her Dear Old Dad. "Leave it out," chided Sammy, coming to my defence, "Your Dad's cool. He's nothing like my Dad. At least he's not boring and always going on about school work and complaining about your clothes." I felt myself blush slightly. She was standing up for me! "Yeah, I s'pose so," came Hannah's voice. She seemed a little further away, so I figured she must have been fiddling with her tape deck. "He's pretty easy about most things. I reckon he's just happy to have a quiet life since my Mum went." "You never say much about her," said Sammy curiously. "I never used to come round for ages when she was here. What was she like?"
"I never used to ask anyone round because of her," replied Hannah quickly. "Anyway, she's gone now, so that's it. Dad's happy enough I think." "Has he got a girlfriend?" giggled Sammy. Hannah giggled back. "At his age?" I felt myself scowling. Cheeky little… "He's not that old! I bet he's got loads of women after him!"