Dream Story - Part 23

I really miss my mum. She says I have to phone her every day.
Today she told me, "Your dad misses having you around the house to help him cook. Since he has retired and you are not here he has nothing to do any more. He can not help you with your homework or anything."
"Why doesn't he join a class? He could do exercise or art or something?"
"That's an excellent idea! he's been saying he wants to follow you into the field of photography," she sighed.
"The field, huh? What a copy cat!" I put my hand on my hip that was not carrying the phone.
I had the bit you put the telephone down on against my hip and I was chugging it around because I like doing that and of course curling the old fashioned, spiral wire round my finger.
"Oh, here's your father, he wants to talk to you - MIKE!!!" she screamed down the phone.
"Eh, mum, can you hold that away from your ear when you shout?" I asked, wincing at the pain she had caused my ear drum.
"Hello?" it was dad.
"Dad!"
"Sweetie!" he gasped, "How are you?!"
He sounded like he was hugging me all the way down the phone, "Fine, thanks, Dad!"
"Has your boss been treating you OK? Only equal standards for my girl!"
"Yes! It's fine Dad!" he was an old-fashioned feminist, "I helped with another candy lip thing with that photographer."
"He's got his eye on you!"
"DAD! Stop embarrassing me!"
"What?! Who am I embarrassing you in front of?! Is anyone there?!"
"Yes," I held my head and waved at Roger who was lazing on the sofa and flicking through an old issue of Vogue, "Roger is here."
"Oh, say hi from me!"
"Dad says hi," I held the receiver as I talked to Roger.
"He keeps getting you to help him because he likes you!"
"Or just because I'm a good photographer! What happened to feminism?!"
"This is love! All's fair in love and war!" he stated.
"Right Dad, goodbye!" I hung up.