Bill had brought Pearl a bucket and some water and then he had left her to rest. He hadn't touched the rest of the fish and chips. It was contaminated. Instead, he had gone out to get some more... after a while when the thought of vomit didn't make him gag anymore.

He thought about the situation when he was out. Sometimes he thought he was a bad father. His children had so many faults that he blamed himself for. John especially had made him question himself. John would make him so angry. They had fought so much. And even apart from John, he knew he snapped easily and when the kids had needed emotional support, well... he had let Lottie handle it. But hearing Pearl's story, he felt he hadn't done too poorly.

When he returned home with a fresh helping of fish and chips, he was greeted by the smell of something sweet baking in the oven. He stepped into the kitchen and put the food down on the table. "Ye feelin' better, then?"