‘Do I have to?’ I said.
‘One day you’ll be sorry you didn’t appreciate him while he was here,’ said Mum. ‘I hate going there. He argues with everyone!’ I said. ‘It’s embarrassing.’
It wasn’t only the arguing. Lots of people argued at the market. It was the Italian. ‘You have to watch out for him anyway,’ said Mum. ‘You know what he’s like.’ Mum’s warnings always hung over my head: his life is in your hands.