"Daddy," Mum mentioned to Granddad. Mum was spooning potatoes on to Dad’s plate. Treena leaned across and commenced slicing at Granddad’s plate with deft strokes. "I can see that." I began to collect up my bag. I make a mean cup of tea." I commenced to blather into the silence. He thinks currently being a superhero will routinely make Roxanne really like him, which it does not.