Nikki Gemmell’s Threesome: The Bride Stripped Bare, With The Body, I Take You - Plot & Excerpts
‘Why on earth are you still friends?’ A not unreasonable question. ‘I’m not so much. Anymore. We’ve drifted apart.’ You tell Hugh how you were forever commenting on the amazingness of her children, especially her daughter, because Susan’s conversation always cannily steered you into it. ‘She’s not malicious,’ you laugh. ‘She just has no idea. It would never occur to her that maybe I’ve always dreamt of a little girl. She’s just one of those people with a complete absence of empathy.’ And as you’re explaining you’re aware that envy isn’t hardening, actually; isn’t stewing and festering. It’s leaking away. As you firm. As you realise the extent of your limitations. You’re never going to get that Prada dress and holiday house in the Luberon, the vintage Aston Martin and the princess with her bedroom of fairy wings and tutus. Ah, who cares. Life, as it should be, is a process of simplification. Tol taught you that. ‘Let’s make one.’ ‘What?’ ‘A girl.’ You laugh at the ridiculousness.
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