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everything that had happened. But I didn’t. I couldn’t find the words, they felt trapped inside me,<br />
made prisoner by my numbed senses and my decaying ability to trust. Within my head I was jittering,<br />
like a withdrawing addict, obsessing over my sister, and what she’d told me, replaying my loss of<br />
consciousness at the school.<br />
Laura let me jitter. She calmly laid out our food on the kitchen table and poured us glasses of wine.<br />
‘I know you probably don’t feel like this,’ she said, ‘but I’m going to do it anyway and I won’t be<br />
offended if you don’t want it.’<br />
The food and drink she’d brought looked like ancient relics of a life that I’d once enjoyed, but I<br />
went through the motions of appearing grateful. I picked at one or two of the dishes, managed just a<br />
sip of the wine, which had lost all of the comforting qualities it had before Ben disappeared and<br />
tasted like acid in my mouth.<br />
‘Do you want to talk about him?’ Laura asked, breaking our silence. ‘Would it help?’<br />
Laura never ate much; she had the appetite of a sparrow. She toyed with her food for a few<br />
moments, while I failed to answer her question, and then she said, ‘Do you remember when you had<br />
him? At the very beginning? We couldn’t believe how tiny he was, do you remember that?’<br />
I found my voice. ‘You wouldn’t hold him at first.’<br />
Laura hadn’t been able to take her eyes off him when she came to see me in the hospital. I lay<br />
exhausted in the bed, my body bruised and sore, hormone-drenched and soft, and watched her while<br />
she’d stood beside his Perspex crib all trim and well dressed and tanned and pretty in a little summer<br />
dress and big sunglasses pushed up on her head – like a postcard from my life before motherhood. I<br />
told her she could pick him up, but she’d shaken her head at first.<br />
She smiled at the reminder. ‘I’d never held a baby before. I didn’t want to break him, or drop him.’<br />
‘But I made you.’<br />
‘And he puked on me.’<br />
‘He puked everywhere for the first few months. It was constant washing.’<br />
‘But it was love at first sight, wasn’t it? For you?’<br />
‘Yes.’<br />
‘I envied you that. It was so intense, so private.’<br />
Her fingers sat on the stem of her wine glass and she turned it slowly, delicate wrists flexing. Then<br />
she refilled it. More than half the bottle was gone, and I hadn’t had more than a sip.<br />
For the first time I noticed that lines were beginning to form on her elfin face. It was just an<br />
impression, they seemed to be there one moment, and gone the next, but they were a reminder that she<br />
was ageing, that we were all ageing. I stretched my hand across the table towards her and our fingers<br />
linked briefly.<br />
‘I can’t believe this is happening to you,’ she said. ‘It’s like a bolt of lightning came out of nowhere<br />
and struck you, and Ben. I can’t imagine what you must be going through.’<br />
‘All my feelings hurt.’<br />
Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears, and she said, ‘Can I tell you something? I want to say it so<br />
you know that other people know how you feel. Just a little bit of what you feel anyway.’<br />
‘Tell me,’ I said, and instinctively I felt a reawakening of the feelings of dread that our<br />
reminiscences about Ben had briefly put to sleep.<br />
‘I had an abortion.’<br />
‘When?’ This was startling news, shocking too. I thought Laura and I had had the kind of friendship<br />
where you lay yourself bare, where the only secrets you keep are to do with your plans for each<br />
other’s Christmas or birthday presents.