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FIONA
"Have you got yourself a bloke, Basil?"
This isn't the first time I've asked my nephew this question.
"None of your business," he replies, as expected. He's by the door, slipping on his shoes in a red hoodie. I've never seen it before in my life. I've seen hoodies like it. But I've never even seen Basil in the same room as a hoodie.
"Either you've got yourself a bloke, or you're devolving," I say. "That's the only thing that explains that hoodie. Or is this a cry for help?"
"Fuck off," he says, slamming the door behind him.