Baby up the chimney
Should I tell Andrew about the baby up the chimney? I wonder if I’ll ever tell him? If I do, then it’ll all come out, won’t it? I’ll be stripped bare of all that remains dear inside, and he’ll know all about me. Then where will we be?
I’ll have to get some food for tea, if Mother’s really going to be there, waiting, outside the front door today. God, I hate Fridays. If I go home unprepared, she’ll stand on that pedestal which she carries around with her for those dutiful occasions with me – ‘You know the recipe for a good marriage, Julia. Have his tea ready for him when he gets home; keep him happy in bed; most important of all, make sure he always loves you just a little more than you love him, and you’ll be happy together. But you can’t even manage to produce a dece
