"Hello, dear," she said, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. Marty cried. His father looked very uncomfortable but shook his son's hand, looking slightly sideways at the professional photographer's camera.
Marty would never know it but his family had been all for cutting him off earlier in the week but his father had just become a Whig councillor, which would supplement his income substantially. His surprise victory over Branston Hammond had deprived the Tories of a council seat which had been theirs for over a century. Lord Ashdown had made his party gay-friendly and had contacted Marty's dad personally about his son, wanting there to be lots of publicity about it. Marty's parents would look back at this in years to come and feel ashamed that they'd only accepted their son at this important juncture for the sake of political advantage. But Marty would never know this. Sometimes it's better not to know stuff.
Ever.
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