Chapter Seven
Helen
Jealousy trips you up when you least expect it.
My mother was never one for “mollycoddling,” as she put it; she was more a “get on with things” sort of person. A cough got better with fresh air, and there was nothing a bit of starvation wouldn’t cure when it came to upset stomachs.
When she first noticed me running to the loo to throw up, she, assuming it was something to do with drink, said little apart from “One too many, Sheryl?”
After a week of this, she changed and began to offer herbals and rich tea biscuits. She brought me packets of both, telling me to “get a few down in the morning, before the sickness kicks in” and began to tell me to “take it easy.”
When Helen joined my business, Mum was dubious. I had just found out I was expecting, and she was in pani
