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The day after Aurelle had taken the pregnancy test that Diana had bought for her, she worried about whether you could trust someone so completely, so quickly. Yes, she decided. And she did.
‘I’m going over to Diana’s,’ Aurelle told her mother, flipping through a magazine on the table rather than making eye-contact.
‘You are? Oh, that’s wonderful, honey. I’m sure she could use a friend.’ She came and hugged Aurelle from behind. ‘You are so thoughtful. I’m so proud of you.’
Diana had told her about the Morgentaler Clinic on Harbord Street. Aurelle had been on that street many times, but never noticed it. She’d heard about him, of course; he was famous. An old man whose picture she’d seen in the paper before. He boldly stood up for a woman’s right to a safe abortion: not mincing his w
