"Dad," I said. "Why did you marry Ivy?"
"I love her," he said simply.
"As much as my mum?"
He said nothing.
"Please tell me, Dad," I begged.
"I did love Ivy," he said. "I still do. But not as much as I loved Rosa."
"Why'd you marry her then?" I asked, puzzled.
"I guess…I was lonely."
"Lonely?"
"It'd been six years since Rosa died, and you were so wrapped up in that theatre life, that I felt like I was losing you too. I felt all alone, until, she turned up. She took my breath away."
"I guess she was kinda pretty," I said begrudgingly.
"Pretty? She was beautiful."
I rolled my eyes.
"Robbie? I'm sorry, I know you don't like her much."
"Understatement of the year."
He said nothing for a while.
"Dad," I said. "Why did you let Ivy control your life?"
"What? She didn't-"
"She did! If it weren't for her, you never would have come to Britain in the first place. And, it was her fault that you gave up inventing."
"I know," he said. "I was blind, and stupid, right? I guess I just wanted to do what she said, make her happy."
"And you didn't care about me?"
"Robbie-"
I sighed. "Sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to have a go at you. I get it, you love her and stuff, I just you understand when I say that I think she's a cow!"
There was a slam as the front door shut, and Dad and I whipped round.
Ivy came into the kitchen, silent and not looking best pleased.
Had she heard? I couldn't tell.
But while Dad was greeting her, I sloped off, silently.
Sorry it's kinda short, but this and the last chapter were meant to be one, but I split it so it wasn't too long.