Chapter 30Gil walked into work with a square bandage over half of her arm. She winced as she caught the door handle on her freshly inked tattoo. She always forgot that they were pretty much open wounds. She had so many of them, but the pain always faded so fast after the initial event, that she just remembered the colours. The ink. The light banter with her tattooist, and the classic rock she always played. Maureen was amazing. She hadn’t seen her in almost a year, so when she walked in that afternoon and noticed she was eight months pregnant; it was a bit of a shock.
“How did…?” Gil said, after they’d hugged and she’d felt the bump. “When did—?”
“I will spare you the biology lesson,” Maureen said as she gestured to the chair. “Since I think you know how that’s done. But I will tell you
