Lucy slept late on Saturday morning and it wasn’t until after nine that she was awoken by knocking on her bedroom door. “Honey, are you up yet?” “No Dad,” she called out sleepily. The door opened, and his head appeared. “We’re off now sweetheart. Back tomorrow evening. The number of the hotel is on the kitchen table.” “Okay Daddy. Have a nice time.” “You be a good girl while we’re away.” “When am I not?” she asked innocen...