Don't Cry Daddy
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The Loggerheads pub, two weeks later
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It was cold outside. Angela had always been a bit nesh and she was shivering all over. She was glad to get back inside to the warmth of the Loggerheads. She took off her coat and found her hand moving, by instinct, towards her stomach. She needed to watch that. It would be a bit obvious if she made that gesture in front of anyone else and she wasn’t sure yet, that she wanted it to be obvious. That she wanted it. She’d only been married five minutes, well, married to Harry, anyway. And there were options these days, weren’t there?
As soon as she’d had the thought, it seemed evil. She knew her mam would think so. She wasn’t sure she could be a mother and the idea of having a child she was responsible for terrified he
