‘A boy I met last year, before Christmas.’ A boy. A tiny boy no bigger than my thumb. ‘Briefly?’ I shake my head. ‘That’s where you were yesterday?’ I nod. ‘How far along are you?’ ‘I don’t know. Maybe four months.’ Her eyes widen. ‘Three. I don’t know. I only did the test yesterday.’ Long silence. ‘I don’t understand,’ she says. ‘Why only yesterday, if you’ve been months without a period?’ ‘I didn’t get any other signs, like throwing up or feeling faint. I just felt as if a period was always about to start, and seeing’s they’ve never been all that regular I just … I was just expecting one to come, that’s all.’ ‘For three or four months?’ ‘Well … they’ve been a busy three months.’ ‘I can imagine—keeping up the HSC and this secret boyfriend, and all that socialising.’ ‘I wasn’t socialising,’ I mutter. ‘I was seeing Dino.’ ‘And what does “Dino” think about this?’ I shake my head. ‘I haven’t told him.
