Nora
Marylin visited me in the early morning hours, eight o'clock to be precise. I was still in bed, the previous night l tossed and turned until the wee hours of the morning. I got out of bed, washed my face and brushed my teeth.
I shuffled to the living room. Granny and Marylin were deep in conversation, they stopped when l came in.
“Oh my goodness, baby this is not good for the baby, one night and you already look haggard. You and Max have to fix your problems otherwise l will have a scrawny grandchild.” Marylin 's attempt at humour flew over my head.
l pouted, “Mum, it's not funny, I'm hurting. l can't sleep, l can't eat, it's bad.” My eyes smarted with tears.
“l'm sorry sweetie, but don't you dare cry. Those scoundrels don't deserve your tears, come and sit down.”
l took the se
