Rachel is waiting for me and Mumshine at the top of the escalator as we prepare to head down and out into the streets. She has her arms out wide and a Hope-sized space on her chest to snuggle my girl. Rachel’s skin has flushed a nice shade of peach and she’s got a saintly smile on her face.
It’s obvious Ötzi recognises she’s a saint. Just painful for me to admit because she’s trying to take my man, not that he’s my …
Stop it, Ede. Too complicated. I attempt to clear my thoughts like Mumshine taught me.
Stop it, Ede. Too complicated‘I really appreciate you babysitting while I get my dad back, Rach.’
‘If I could have a baby of my own…’ Rachel crosses her fingers. ‘I’m doing all the right things. Like, I haven’t had my period in ages so I think it could be a certain.’
I’m picturing Ötzi
