TWENTY-FOUR
‘Okay, Jack, you can stop crying now, and perhaps give the baby to Liz or Carly?’
Jack was sobbing into the face of the baby girl as he looked down to his wife in the wheelchair, then across to Carly, who was smiling and crying at the same time, and to Liz, begging with his eyes.
‘Alright…’ Liz said, ‘… just a little longer. I’m tired, anyway.’
Mandy intervened. ‘Do you have a meeting with Jim Samuels?’
Jack looked as though he had just recovered from a braindead moment, not an unusual look for him, but the birth had been so quick and trouble-free, he’d not had time to think about anything else, apart from people shooing him away – quite unreasonably, he thought, as he was to be Number One Grandfevvers. He couldn’t even remember if he’d been able to maintain his wincing?
