He just stayed curled up in his armchair watching the telly. “You may as well be for what you’re wearing.” “What do you mean? It’s not as if I’m naked.” “Oliver doesn’t want to see you like that.”
Mom moved up to the other side of the sofa. “It’s the middle of summer,” said Dad in his defence. “The boy doesn’t want to be looking at that,” she said to him.
Oliver was 18 but it still wasn’t right for him to be seeing his dad like this. She didn’t mind it when there was just the two of them in the house but she didn’t think it was right when their son Oliver was there to see it.
She’d caught him a few times like this, lolling about the house in just his shorts. Mom told him to go and put some clothes on. It all started when his dad came downstairs one evening wearing just his shorts and nothing else.
