She noticed a trace of lipstick on his collar. Dark pink. A somewhat familiar perfume, she couldn't think of where she'd come across it. She smirked. Emmet couldn't talk his way out of this one. She trotted into the living room hoping to confirm some gossip.
'Mrs Soames from number 38 said she saw you stumbling out of the bingo hall last night with a mysterious blonde' giggled Liz.
'Mrs Soames was probably drunk' said Emmet behind his newspaper.
'If you've taken up bingo, I will insist on joining you' she said jokingly.
'Don't. It's dire.'
'Why did you go then?'
'I went to the karaoke slot.'
She goggled at him.
'Since when did you start frequenting karaoke? I shall come with you next time.'
'Don't. It's dire.'
He grinned at her. She sensed that it hadn't been a wasted trip.
'So what did you learn?'
'That people will never stop singing you'll never walk alone even in the throes of blind drunkenness.'
He shuddered. He never wanted to hear it again.
'Someone fell off the stage. If you could call it a stage. It was more like a plank.'
'And? You didn't come back early. What or whom did you discover?'
'Who says it's a whom?'
She held up the discarded shirt. He didn't need to check the evidence. His smile was somewhat bashful.
'I hope you're not getting reckless in your post-divorce state' teased Liz. 'Not that I mind you having a kiss and a cuddle with someone.'
His smiled broadened and he looked back at his newspaper.
Liz gasped. She had never known her brother to be lascivious before.
'Don't tell me anything else, I don't want to know' she exclaimed before running upstairs and throwing the shirt in the laundry basket.