She spends most of her time throwing huge, lavish parties for everyone in the neighbourhood and she is well known for flirting with every guy at the party (married or not). She is always careful to dismiss the guests and remove all evidence of the party before her husband returns home. Ted is a very jealous person, he often wonders where all his money goes since the only things he buys are tiny, barely-there clothes for Phillipa, and food. She is not allowed to buy treats for herself, or her children.

Ted and Phillipa have two boys and two girls, and Phillipa is currently pregnant with their fifth child. They have small army-style beds set in a room away from the main part of the house which contains a kitchen, a bathroom, a lounge room, a study and the main bedroom. During the short times Ted is home, he and Phillipa can often be found playing in the Love Bed, which explains their large family. Aside from that he and Phillipa have very little to do with one another, they play in the Love Bed every morning before he goes to work, and every evening before he goes to sleep. Ted also expects Phillipa to get up at least 2 hours before him to clean up the house, cook breakfast, and make sure she is fresh and neat before he arises.

Their children are always miserable, the four of them have to share one bathroom, and they are rarely allowed into the main part of the house. The study and their parents bedroom are strictly off limits and one has to wonder what strange things Ted and Phillipa are hiding in there. The children are not allowed toys, the only joy they get are from reading books, and the easel that Ted bought them so they could sell their paintings and earn their keep. They often do poorly at school because they are so miserable at home, and if their grades slip, Ted punishes Phillipa and locks the children in a tiny, dark room right at the back of the block where they have no access to food, no bathroom, no bed, and nothing to cheer them up.

On one particular Tuesday, Phillipa had a call from her doctor about her pregnancy. Apparently there had been a shocking difference between this pregnancy and the other four. The doctor asked that Phillipa make an appointment to see him immediately. She didn't say anything to Ted, the extra expense of the appointment would make him angry and he simply wouldn't tolerate any problems that she caused, whether it was her fault or not. Ted expected her to be a perfect, model wife. No, she simply couldn't tell him. She made an appointment for the following Monday.

It turned out that her growing baby's regular check-up, which nowadays included a blood test once the baby got to be eight months old, had shown that this baby had a completely different blood type, one that meant that there was no way Ted could be the father. "Do you know who the father is?" the doctor asked. Phillipa shook her head, there was no telling who it could have been, why she threw parties nearly every day and who knows how many guys... "Your husband will have to know," the doctor said, "Would you like to tell him, or shall I?" Phillipa felt sick to her stomach. "I will tell him."

Phillipa walked home in a daze, one hand on her huge belly. 38 weeks pregnant and still Ted made her walk everywhere. Ted would be absolutely furious when she told him, he'd throw furniture, smash plates and vases, destroy the entire house. There was no way she could tell him that she was pregnant with another man's baby. She decided to leave, sure she would have no money, but it was going to be better than dealing with his wrath. She arrived home, packed up what clothes she could fit into Ted's suitcase and dragged it out to the sidewalk. She phoned the school and asked that her two eldest children be sent home immediately. She walked out to the children's bedroom and roused her two year old from her bed. Then she stole the key to the tiny room at the back of the lot from Ted's study, and let out her three year old son.

Once her children were ready and waiting she collected all the money she could find in the house and called for a taxi. As they piled in she took one last look at the house, it's crumbling bricks, the half-dead garden with it's yellowing flamingoes. One would never guess that the inside was immaculate and looked like the set of a porn movie. That was the only thing Ted spent money on, his stupid tacky red furniture and Phillipa's skanky clothes. She wasn't going to miss it at all.