Polly Plays Her Part
“I wasn’t going to say sorry, if that’s what Diane thought. I wasn’t going to say anything. She blinked really fast a few times as if she was trying not to cry and then grabbed hold of the pram and strode ahead of me. I hung back taking little pigeon steps; heel-toe, heel-toe. I did feel bad about shouting, but then I never asked her to come and meet me at drama in the first place – and I certainly never asked her to steal my dad away from my mum and have a new baby with him.
“You must be st...arving, Polly,” she called back to me in the end. “Let’s stop and get a cup of tea and something to eat.”
We squeezed into a little cafe on the high street, cramming the pram past the other tables into a corner at the back. I’d never been out with Diane by myself and I felt like announcing to everyone that she wasn’t my mum. The last thing I wanted was for people to think we were related in some way.
She sat Jake in a highchair and gave him his big bunch of plastic keys to keep him happy, and then she ordered a cappuccino for herself, lemonade for me, and some toasted cheese and tomato sandwiches to share.MoreLess
“You must be st...arving, Polly,” she called back to me in the end. “Let’s stop and get a cup of tea and something to eat.”
We squeezed into a little cafe on the high street, cramming the pram past the other tables into a corner at the back. I’d never been out with Diane by myself and I felt like announcing to everyone that she wasn’t my mum. The last thing I wanted was for people to think we were related in some way.
She sat Jake in a highchair and gave him his big bunch of plastic keys to keep him happy, and then she ordered a cappuccino for herself, lemonade for me, and some toasted cheese and tomato sandwiches to share.MoreLess
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