He suggested a
Movie Night,
said we’d watch anything I wanted
after he’d had a
quick shower.
He loved
The Full Monty,
it made him laugh out loud,
so that was what I chose,
what I wanted for us both,
had the TV ready and everything.
He also liked salty popcorn,
fresh,
so I made some
in a pan on the hob,
the corn
pop
pop
popping into puffs.
But I popped so much
the oil got too hot,
the kitchen too smoky
and the alarm was raging,
filling the house with
noise.
Dad ran into the kitchen, hair wet.
Jesus hell! he shouted,
and before I could
explain about his
popcorn
surprise
he had me by the wrist
and was twisting it,
twisting it,
and hurting me into the garden,
where I was made to
sit
for several
cold hours
and think carefully
about my behaviour.