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A wedding in Oxford. December 1972
As the year drew to a close, Emilee found it easier to hide the budding life in her lower abdomen. Winter jackets and coats tend to be more forgiving than human eyes—they were less biased. Caroline was the first of her closer friends to forgive her for making fools of them and everybody at the hospital for not showing up the Saturday at 9 a.m.
Emilee could never understand why it hit Tracy the hardest. Perhaps Tracy had taken it as a personal failure: that the Women’s Liberation Movement had failed one of their own. The implications were, Tracy must have believed, that Tracy Russell was a fraud. If she was unable to prevent this from happening to one of her dearest and closest friends, what hope was there for the rest of the young girls out there?
