‘So will you come?’ asked Marianne.
‘Of course I’ll come,’ I said hugging my sister. ‘It’s a brilliant idea.’
He isnae mine, hasnae been for twelve years. I know that now. It took a good long while tae admit it and I’ve tried tae make up for lost time, for a’ the years I dithered about whether or not it wis true.
She was late back from work again and must have sensed my unease. To reassure me she said,
“I always tell you everything, Pete.”
Is it my turn? Well, yeah, I guess so. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be…So, okay. Here goes.
Hello. My name is Tom, and I am…
The doctor’s talking and I’m trying to focus, but the painting on the wall behind her is driving me mad.
‘We no longer use the term, “nervous breakdown”,’ she says.
For a birth, Neile’s is surprisingly easy. Even the doctors say so. At first the contractions are painful, blindingly so. I claw at my skin in silent agony.