TWENTY-FIVE
After an interminable amount of time, they returned from the hospital, where there was an extended period comprised of back slaps, masculine cheers and offers of congratulation, before they sat around the table. Mandy was wondering just how Jack had managed to focus all of the congratulatory plaudits on himself. After all, he wasn’t the father, only a surrogate Grandfevvers, and she was the actual Grandmother, but here he was, the centre of attention and she wondered if he had donated his sperm, and would she ever know unless the baby grew up to be ugly?
Mandy was already sitting, of course, being wheelchair-bound, and Jack wheeled her to the table, next to him, so he could rub her leg with his spare hand he kept spare for rubbing. Around the table were Samuels, Del-Boy, Jimb
