3.23
The house was quiet. Yvette slumped down the hall and slung her junk-mail bags in her room before heading to the kitchen to make tea. She was about to sit on the back step when her phone rang. She pressed the phone to her ear. It was her mother.
‘I have some news,’ Leah said without preface.
Yvette waited, expecting another account of Debbie’s wrangling with Peter’s teacher over her son’s lackadaisical approach to handwriting.
‘Debbie’s pregnant.’
‘Again?’
‘Don’t. She’s having twins.’
‘Twins?’
‘You better phone her and tell her you’re pleased.’
She would, once she’d gotten past feeling trumped. She was uneasy too. Now that Debbie was pregnant, and with twins, her mother would not even consider flying to Perth to help her. How could her sister be so thoughtless? No, that was l
