Her mother nodded knowingly. ‘It’s what the partners of footballers are called.’
Henri snorted and covered her mouth so as not to spit tea all over the tablecloth. ‘I think you mean WAGs.’
‘Whatever.’ She shrugged. ‘The important thing is that he’s single again and so are you.’
Oh my God. Henri hadn’t been home five minutes and it had started already. She took a deep breath.
‘Mum, I wouldn’t date Mark Morgan if he was the last man on earth. He was arrogant at school and from what I hear he’s only got worse.’
‘Well, you shouldn’t listen to everything you hear,’ her mother said snootily and took another sip of her tea. ‘But never mind, there are plenty more eligible bachelors in town. Wait till you meet the new pastor!’
Not wanting to start an argument with her mother this early in her stay, Henri forced a smile, downed the dregs of her tea and then headed outside to find her brothers.