Robin had told his friend Helena that he wanted to talk to her about something personal and she had grinned and insisted on talking about it in her treehouse. He followed her through the copse at the back of her garden, barely keeping up. Her feet barely seemed to touch the leafy ground. She reached a beech tree with a tree house nestled in the branches and shinnied up the trunk.
"Wait!" called Robin.
A rope ladder came clattering down. Robin supposed he should haul himself up it, although he didn't much like climbing these things. At last he pulled himself into her treehouse. Helena grinned at him. The sunlight shining through the trees cast dappled lights over her shiny face. He was struck anew by how weird she was. He whole face was a …show more content…
One night Mum had a terrible nightmare. A nightmare of a nightmare. I'm not even sure what it was about. Something crazy that she wouldn't even tell me. Another night, Becky had a nightmare of a nightmare, too. There was a pattern to this. Other ladies had nightmares of that kind too. And then Mum and Becky found themselves pregnant. Becky was in denial, but Mum was more practically minded and pointed out that all the signs were there. They were pale, sickly, throwing up in the mornings. They had missed their periods. And it coincided with the nightmares they had at the time when they would have conceived. Mum was sharp, spotting the connection without anyone to point it out to her, and without the benefit of …show more content…
"I have plans. I've just got a new boyfriend."
Becky had plans. She wanted to be a singer. I suppose she didn't want to give it up for a baby she'd no idea she was going to get. I understand she had a cool and popular new boyfriend as well, and she had been really proud. Now she was mysteriously pregnant, he would assume she had been unfaithful. Really, if he was so untrusting that he would never believe her, how much of a catch was he? Tell me that? Yeah, yeah, her story would have sounded crazy, but still…
Mum recognised they needed a scholar's help. That meant a trip across the bridge to the rich part of the cityport. She knew that about a leading citizen then – Dreksler the scholar. He was one of those who lived in a grand mansion which he had all to himself. Maybe such a mansion should have been easy to find, but Mum and Becky got
"Wait!" called Robin.
A rope ladder came clattering down. Robin supposed he should haul himself up it, although he didn't much like climbing these things. At last he pulled himself into her treehouse. Helena grinned at him. The sunlight shining through the trees cast dappled lights over her shiny face. He was struck anew by how weird she was. He whole face was a …show more content…
One night Mum had a terrible nightmare. A nightmare of a nightmare. I'm not even sure what it was about. Something crazy that she wouldn't even tell me. Another night, Becky had a nightmare of a nightmare, too. There was a pattern to this. Other ladies had nightmares of that kind too. And then Mum and Becky found themselves pregnant. Becky was in denial, but Mum was more practically minded and pointed out that all the signs were there. They were pale, sickly, throwing up in the mornings. They had missed their periods. And it coincided with the nightmares they had at the time when they would have conceived. Mum was sharp, spotting the connection without anyone to point it out to her, and without the benefit of …show more content…
"I have plans. I've just got a new boyfriend."
Becky had plans. She wanted to be a singer. I suppose she didn't want to give it up for a baby she'd no idea she was going to get. I understand she had a cool and popular new boyfriend as well, and she had been really proud. Now she was mysteriously pregnant, he would assume she had been unfaithful. Really, if he was so untrusting that he would never believe her, how much of a catch was he? Tell me that? Yeah, yeah, her story would have sounded crazy, but still…
Mum recognised they needed a scholar's help. That meant a trip across the bridge to the rich part of the cityport. She knew that about a leading citizen then – Dreksler the scholar. He was one of those who lived in a grand mansion which he had all to himself. Maybe such a mansion should have been easy to find, but Mum and Becky got