A "Watching Julie" reader asked me, "What about the missing years? Did David have a sister? How come he wasn't interested in his mom?" This story isn't a sequel and there's no need to read "Watching Julie" first, although I hope you will read it. They're separate stories and this one fills in some blanks, that's all. It's pretty short, to boot.
This would probably be our last family holiday, after this year, my sister Heather and I would go our own way. Dad had booked us into a small family hotel on the south coast, for a week of sun and sand. Because money was tight, Heather and I were sharing a room again like we had before Dad had converted the attic space into an extra bedroom. I got an extensive lecture from Mum about respecting Heather's privacy.