Now what?
Tell it as it is…
“Charlotte, this is my daughter, Georgie. Georgie, this is Charlotte. My wife.”
Georgie’s mouth opens and closes. “Your wife? But…”
Charlotte offers her hand. “Pleased to meet you, Georgie. James has spoken so much about you.”
Georgie doesn’t take the hand, instead simply staring at Charlotte’s stomach. “But… she's just a kid. And she's pregnant…”
“Aren’t you going to congratulate me? And Charlotte?”
Georgie’s face twists to anger. “What are you playing at, Dad?” Speaking as though she’s not there, she jerks a thumb at Charlotte. “She's younger than I am. Don’t you think you’re a bit long in the tooth to be seducing children?”
Charlotte hisses, “I am not a child.”
Can I rescue this?
“Georgie, aren't you just a little bit pleased for me? That I have a s
