What's that on your collar?'
And all down the front of your shirt.' This from Penelope.
'Blood,' said Wilt, endowing the word with as much threat as he could. He pushed past the pram and went into the bedroom, wondering what it was about the quads that gave them some awful sort of collective authority. Four separate daughters wouldn't have had the same degree of assertiveness and the quads had definitely inherited Eva's capacity for making the worst of things. As he undressed, he could hear Penelope bearing the glad tidings of his misfortune to Eva through the bathroom door.
'Daddy's come home smelling of disinfectant and he's cut his face.'
'He's taking off his trousers and there's blood all down his shirt,' Josephine chimed in.
'Oh, great,' said Wilt. 'That ought to bring her out like a scalded cat.'
But it was Emmeline's announcement that Daddy had said Mummy went into a trance when she wanted a fuck that caused the trouble.
'Don't use that word,' yelled Wilt. 'If I've told you once I've told you a thousand times and I never said anything about your bleeding mother going into a trance. I said'
'What did you call me?' Eva shouted, storming out of the bathroom. Wilt pulled up his Y-fronts again and sighed. On the landing, Emmeline was describing with clinical accuracy the mating habits of female hamsters, and attributing the description to Wilt.
'I didn't call you a bloody hamster. That's a downright lie. I don't know the first thing about the fucking things and I certainly never wanted them in'
'There you go,' shouted Eva. 'One moment you're telling the children not to use filthy language and the next you're using it yourself. You can't expect them to'
'I don't expect them to lie. That's far worse than the sort of language they use and anyway Penelope used it first. I'
And you've absolutely no right to discuss our sex life with them.'
'I don't and I wasn't,' said Wilt. All I said was I didn't want the house overrun by blasted hamsters. The man in the shop sold me that mentally deficient rat as a male, not a bloody breeding machine.'
'Now you're being disgustingly sexist as well,' yelled Eva.
Wilt stared wildly round the bedroom. 'I am not being sexist,' he said finally. 'It just happens to be a well-known fact that hamsters'
But Eva had seized on his inconsistency. 'Oh yes you are. The way you talk anyone would think women were the only ones who wanted you-know-what.'
'You-know-what my foot. Those four little bints out there know what without you-know-whating'
'How dare you call your own daughters bints? That's a disgusting word.'
'Fits,' said Wilt, 'and as for their being my own daughters, I can tell you it's'
'I shouldn't,' said Eva.
Wilt didn't. Push Eva too far and there was no knowing what would happen. Besides, he'd enough of women's power in action for one day. 'All right, I apologize,' he said. 'It was a stupid thing to say.'
'I should think it was,' said Eva, coming off the boil and picking his shirt off the floor. 'How on earth did you get all this blood on your new shirt?'
'Slipped and fell in the gents,' said Wilt, deciding the time was hardly appropriate for a more accurate account. 'That's why it smells like that.'
'In the gents?' said Eva suspiciously. 'You fell over in the gents?'
Wilt gritted his teeth. He could see any number of awful consequences developing if the truth leaked out but he'd already committed himself.
'On a bar of soap,' he said. 'Some idiot had left it on the floor.'
'And another idiot stepped on it,' said Eva, scooping up Wilt's jacket and trousers and
