“Hi Honey. I wasn’t expecting you to call so late.”

“Mum, do you remember my best friend at school, Josie?”

“Of course. Lovely girl. Beautiful, bright, respectful and kind. Lovely kid.”

“Yes, she was. So lovely that we named our eldest after her, remember.”

“Sure do. Such a shame what happened to her. Joyriding with boys wasn’t she?”

“Yes, a real tragedy.”

“Of course. Our Josie is beautiful, just like your friend.”

“Mum, remember what you always said about history.”

“If you don’t learn the lesson, history repeats itself. Oh no. Don’t tell me. No. Not our beautiful girl.”

“Sorry Mum.”