Diego wandered off to the garden to think over the problems with his children. They were fast learners, he realised, which was good. He just needed to discover how to steer them into right paths.
The girls were 13 and 11 and hopefully the adult content had simply gone over their heads. He had forgotten he had that book. "Tom Jones" had done the rounds at University, as a sort of craze at one time, and everyone had tried to analyse it thoroughly. It was a good excuse to read shocking novels.
"I forgive you," Victoria whispered, sitting beside him.