Shelly couldn't believe her ears. "Played Daddy?" Played? And he wasn't going to do it again? So her mother's baby wasn't her father's? Well, wasn't Dean's anyway. Her mother was having an affair? Shelly was too confused to work out how she felt, but she soon gathered herself and felt…angry.
"You SLUT!" She jumped up from the sofa and lunged at her mother, but her "father" managed to hold her back. She struggled but failed to escape from Dean's grasp.
"You whore", she whispered bitterly, angry tears streaming down her face, "Not one illegitimate child, but two. Well done mummy." She clapped slowly and deliberately.
Leslie hung her head in shame like a child being told off.
"So, do you have any clue who my father is? Or are there a few possibilities?" Shelly said sourly.
Leslie put her head in her hands and began to sob.
"Oh come on, darling mother, this is no time for modesty. You've never bothered with it before."
Shelly didn't wait for an answer. Her anger suddenly subsided and she was overcome with grief. Where had her mother gone? This was not the person she knew. And what about her real father? She couldn't bear thinking about it. She tore herself away from Dean and sought refuge in her room. She spent the night sobbing into her pillow and willing herself to wake up from this nightmare.