Chapter 17John had been on tenterhooks for weeks during August. Four times Angie had thought she was in labour, only to be sent home on each occasion, so when she nudged him, in the early hours of Monday 29th August, he showed no sense of urgency. He was shattered and had to rub his eyes and yawn before turning to her.
'John, I'm getting the pains again. It's got to be labour this time,' she said, grabbing him by the arm.
'You sure?'
'Of course. Please, take me to the hospital, now.'
'All right. Can you get dressed?'
'I'll try my best. I'll shout if I need you.'
'I'll ring to say we're on our way.'
He disappeared.
When he returned, ready to go, Angie's face was screwed up in pain. She kept moaning as he helped her downstairs and into the car. He prayed this wasn't another false ala
