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mind Tina. She’s profoundly deaf.’
    As if she didn’t think I’d believed her she called out loudly to Tina who did not turn around.
    ‘See? So go ahead. You’ve got me worried now.’
    I took a deep breath.
    ‘Okay. Remember the girls went to that rock concert at the Entertainment Centre last month…well…it’s more like seven weeks ago now?’
    Sally nodded, tapping her pink nail on the table.
    ‘To see that band Drop Dead Gorgeous ? Yes. I was going to go with them but got a better offer at the last minute,’ she raised her eyebrows suggestively. ‘But that singer, Chris Bergin…now he’s a dish don’t you think? I like all the young people’s music today…’
    ‘What time did you pick them up after the show and were they alone…did they have other friends with them?’ I interrupted impatiently.
    She looked quizzical and rolled her eyes toward her well-ironed forehead.
    ‘Well, no…you see. I think you’ve got this mixed up. That night the girls were staying at your place and you were picking them. I remember that very clearly.’
    The penny dropped and we both looked at one another with a growing realisation that our girls had pulled a swifty on us. How terribly clandestine of Elizabeth.
    ‘Okay…’ I said slowly. ‘Well, I would really like to know where they actually spent the night. I know that I picked Elizabeth up from the bottom of your driveway at nine in the morning.’
    ‘Yes,’ Sally said, her mind trying to piece it together. ‘They did come in early. I was asleep….a bit of a tragic mess really…and I yelled at them to be quiet. I figured you’d dropped them off here.’
    ‘I did not drop them here. They must have cabbed or gotten a lift from someone else,’ I said feeling the growing anger and hurt that my daughter had so wilfully betrayed me and it had clearly been premeditated.
    ‘Don’t be too hard on your daughter, Casey. Teenage girls will be teenage girls. Didn’t you sneak around sometimes in your youth?’
    I really hate it when someone says that. The whole remember when you were young routine is a parental cop-out. My parents were strict with me and sure I rebelled occasionally but children need boundaries and I had the feeling that Libby was pushing hers and trying to take on the Proudfoot laxness of discipline. Abigail was a bad influence.
    ‘Not at their age,’ I frowned and pushed on.. ‘….but did Abigail tell you anything about that night? You see, I am devastated to tell you, but Elizabeth is pregnant and she’s not saying much. I’ve worked out that it had to have happened around that weekend.’
    It was clear that Abigail had not told her mother this news. Sally looked rightfully horrified. I shrivelled inside at her silent shock, feeling it as a form of indignant disgust.
    ‘Oh shit,’ she finally whispered. ‘Oh…that’s terrible. Did you know she was sexually active? That’s such a worry. I’m going to haul Abigail in this afternoon and get to the bottom of this.’
    Did I know Elizabeth was sexually active? Was she kidding? Elizabeth was a fifteen year old child. A school-girl. I’m not the biggest prude. I’ve lived. I’ve met some very colourful characters in my time. But in no man’s language should a fifteen year old girl be having sex! She’s a child. A child. I hadn’t wanted her to go to that concert. I only agreed because I thought the Proudfoot woman was chaperoning them. I should have double checked.
    ‘Elizabeth wants to have the baby,’ I sighed and gave a silent nod of thanks to the round woman who placed the latte on the table in front of me. ‘And I had no inkling at all that she had …had been with a boy.’
    ‘That’s a huge responsibility,’ Sally Proudfoot mused. ‘I had Abigail very young and it is hard. Very hard.’
    I looked at her. She was forty if a day. Which would have put her in her early to mid twenties when she had Abigail. I could hardly see how she could justify such a comparison. If she