“Okay, I get it – it’s forty years since Harper’s opened in town, so we have a family gathering,” Ellie said as she looked out of the car window, “but did you have to come dressed like that?”
“Hey – I’m the wild one, your Aunt Becky is the sensible one,” Vicky said as she drove the car along the road. She turned and smiled at her eighteen year old daughter, and said “why are you dressed like that?”
“It’s comfortable,” Ellie said as her father shook his head. The teenager was wearing a grey sports jacket over a blue top, jeans and black ankle boots, and her blonde hair fell over the shoulders of her jacket.
“Stop mocking her, love,” John Graves said as he looked at Vicky. The forty two year old was wearing an open necked white blouse, jeans and black over the knee patent leather boots. “You know she’s not got the same taste in clothes as you.