30.
“You what?” Sophie screams. “You what?” She wants to throw something at him. A vase. The baby. Anything. They are in the kitchen. Rebecca is nestled on Sophie’s hip. Crying. Sophie made her cry by screaming. “No. I can’t believe this. No.”
Paul shakes his head. He looks at the floor.
“How could you?” Sophie thinks suddenly that this is like TV. She sees herself from above now. She sees the gradually expanding waistline, the mother with babe on her hip, the hair that is unbrushed, the husband in his suit and tie having just come back from work . . . or . . . having just come back from f*****g his new girlfriend.
Vivian, Vivian, Vivian.
Sophie cries. “I can’t believe this, Paul. Not us. Look. We have a baby. Look at her.”
But Sophie can believe it. Didn’t she, in fact, know this wa
