CHAPTER 25
THELMA WAS SHELVING the returned fiction books when she suddenly felt her stomach heave and lurch. She had to drop the books and run to the toilet, ejecting her break-time cup of tea and three digestive biscuits.
Kneeling over the toilet bowl until the waves of nausea had decreased, she tried to think of what she’d eaten that might have upset her digestive system so much. Her mother had cooked a lovely lamb casserole the night before, buy she had skipped breakfast that morning because she hadn’t felt hungry. Maybe the lamb had been off?
Feeling weak but a bit better, Thelma got shakily to her feet, flushed the toilet, and sat down on the seat to recover.
It couldn’t be the contraceptive pill that was making her sick, as she hadn’t even started taking it yet. She was keep
