CHAPTER 26
THELMA KEPT HER gaze fixed on the ceiling. Her face burned with embarrassment as the doctor’s fingers probed her most intimate places. She sighed with some degree of relief as the examination came to an end and she could bring her knees back together again.
“My examination agrees with the results of your urine test Miss Frost; you’re about two months’ pregnant. A scan in a few weeks’ time will give us a more accurate due date.”
Oh my God, no! Whatever was she going to say to Neville and her mother?
“Are you absolutely sure, doctor?” She clung on to a last minute hope that the GP had somehow made a terrible mistake.
“Certain as certain can be. Congratulations. You’re going to be a mother!”
Thelma stepped blindly out into the late afternoon sunshine of the high street,
