"Common" had been a favourite word of their mothers.
Cedric was quite sure that the three Bad Bridesmaids would have come under that heading were his mother still alive - but he was mortally offended to have such a title from his snobby sister. "So why are you here?" he asked, ignoring her embarrassing question. "Daddy is inside and the money for my school fees ran out, so I am staying with Auntie Gladys who does everything that you can think of for a funny old American man. She is ever so nice and smart and says that her son - do you remember Bingo? - is in a pop group somewhere. She seemed a bit vague about him actually, as if she had almost forgotten all about him. She hardly remembers you either, so if she had seen you - "she suckedin her breath,"especially with that weird hair, I don't expect that she would have recognised you" Cedric's thoughts were racing - that American gent was worth a mint, so it was said. Perhaps he could acquire some of it for himself, especially if Auntie G had got her feet well under the table...."I'd like to come up and meet darling Auntie again - and the gent. too, of course" Caroline glared through her National Health spectacles at him. "I think a blue rinse would be advisable before Auntie sets eyes on you." "I don't know what you are talking about" Cedric snapped, patting his hair protectively. "It's completely natural...a sort of early grey" he quickly improvised. Caroline strode out of the shop, head held high. Cedric had always been one to tell whopping fibs.