My teenager came up to me last night while I’m at my desk. Lurking next to me. She hovers. Eventually I turn.
I know you won’t let me go anyway she sighs.
To this party. Saturday night. Everyone was going. But now they aren’t.
Because the HIV gang are going.
What? Who are they?
Well, it’s a gang that go to parties with syringes full of HIV infected blood. They stick them into people and infect them. So now nobody is going to the party. Everyone at school is talking about it.
You are kidding.
No, really, mum, it happens. Everyone knows about it. She rolls her eyes.
I’m not really a party person. I prefer to stay home, read books and drink tea on a Saturday night, says my 14 year old airily.
Then, with certainty and perhaps the faintest glimmer of relief, she shrugs:
You wouldn’t have let me go anyway.