Moorhouse Inn
Mum and Dad seem happier now than ever before. This is what love is all about. It should be nurtured to grow into a tree. Bodies disappeared into cars and taxis. I didn't feel too bad considering. Uncle Bert recalled the death bed of his great-grandmother (Sarah Ann Upton 1864-1936). 'You know how sentimental Roman Catholics become when they are dying', he drawled. He described the old lady propped up in bed in the parlour gasping: 'Let this cup pass from me'. By noon Bert had gone. With Mum, Dad and Christopher to see Sue, who was looking disgustingly well and no nearer bringing Benjamin James or Samantha Kate into the world. This waiting eats away at Mum's nerves.
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