“Because it certainly didn’t get any easier. I promised myself I’d do in on Monday evening. Then Mum came in quite late (she’d been to visit Mand) and started pouring something out to Dad, I could hear them from my room. I was half afraid the whole thing was flaring up again. When their voices finally quietened I went down to the kitchen. Dad was loading the dishwasher and Mum sat at the table stabbing out a fag as I walked in. I pretended not to notice. ‘I’ve come to tell you my news,’ I said. ...‘I’ve decided to volunteer.’ ‘Hi Jess,’ said Dad. ‘Can you finish up this fruit salad?’ ‘To be one of those surrogate mothers.’ Mum stared at me blankly. ‘You know, the ones who’ll have MDS-free babies.’ Dad grinned at me. ‘You still thinking about your sea-horses?’ ‘No. I’m thinking about me.’ ‘I should go back,’ Mum said to Dad, and he glanced at his watch. ‘D’you want me to take you?’ ‘I’ll get my stuff together.’ But she didn’t move.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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