It all started when his dad came downstairs one evening wearing just his shorts and nothing else. Mom told him to go and put some clothes on. She’d caught him a few times like this, lolling about the house in just his shorts. She didn’t mind it when there was just the two of them in the house but she didn’t think it was right when their son Oliver was there to see it. Oliver was 18 but it still wasn’t right for him to be seeing his dad like this. “The boy doesn’t want to be looking at that,” she said to him. “It’s the middle of summer,” said Dad in his defence. “It’s too hot to be wearing clothes.” He plonked himself down on the sofa. Mom moved up to the other side of the sofa. “Oliver doesn’t want to see you like that.” “What do you mean? It’s not as if I’m naked.” “You may as well be for what you’re wearing.” Oliver didn’t say anything. He just stayed curled up in his armchair watching the telly.