The restaurant she has booked for lunch is, without a doubt, going to cost me a full days’ pay. I try to fight her, but lynda refuses, insisting her brother can afford it, and that he would have premature heart failure if we paid. She giggles, but I feel sick just thinking about it. She flashes the same smile that Castro does, and I realise I will never be able to stand up to either of them - however long they may be present in my life.

I study the menu, and my eyes physically hurt when I see the starter prices alone – it’s a good job Castro’s going...