My waters broke and I had that mucous thing and it was pink, which was really weird because I’d always envisioned mucus as either clear or white or green or yellow. Those were the acceptable colours for it. I walked around and she held my hand and I obsessed over whether or not she was going to get fired and she said, ‘A new life is coming out of you, Bláth,’ and ‘That is so far from being the most important thing you could be thinking about.’ She rubbed my back. The doctors said it might relieve the pain. It didn’t really, but I still liked getting rubbed. Quote from Prim’s mum’s diary ad’s date with Sorrel went quite well I think. And it wasn’t the worst thing in the world to get sent to Ella’s house. It’s just I’d like to visit her out of friendship, not because I have to be babysat in case my nascent drinking problem escalates further. Mary had obviously heard about the incident. She did the eyebrows at me and made a few pointed little comments.
