3.6
Angus was in the back garden when she returned. As she tramped down the hall she could hear him chatting to Viktor. Heather, it seemed, hadn’t arrived back from work. She sat on her bed, knees drawn to her chest. An ultrasound? The receptionist at the doctor’s surgery told her the cost was a hundred dollars. A hundred bucks to have her uterus scanned when women have been having babies for millennia before that technology had come along? She screwed up the referral having reasoned away the need.
Then she reached into her shoulder bag for her phone and ran a finger over the keypad. She had to call her mother. She hadn’t been in touch since she moved to Heather’s place and had been ignoring Leah’s calls. Told herself she was too busy. Now she felt she had no choice. She dialled the numb
