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who’s going to take it for walks?’
    T will. Mum.’
    ‘But you’ll have finished school in July, and I don’t want the bother of a dog, and I’m sure Len doesn’t.’
    Her father didn’t say anything. He leaned forward and turned off the set. The screen went blank.
    ‘I often wonder what Jessie thinks,’ he remarked, ‘when she sees something like this on the telly, I mean.’
    ‘Oh, leave it, Len,’ said Anne warningly.
    Julie did not really hear this, but then she did: her ears sprang to life, and she knew something extraordinary was about to happen.
    ‘That’s why we were so worried about you,’ said Julie’s father, heavy, grief-ridden, reproachful. ‘It’s easy enough to happen, how were we to know you weren’t-’
    ‘Len, we agreed we wouldn’t ever-’
    ‘What about Auntie Jessie?’ asked Julie, trying to take it in. A silence. ‘Well, what about her. Dad? You can’t just leave it like that.’
    ‘Len,’ said Anne wildly.
    ‘Your Auntie Jessie got herself into the family way,’ said her father, determined to say it, ignoring his wife’s face, her distress. His face was saying. Why should she be spared when she’s given us such a bad time? ‘She wasn’t much older than you are now.’ At last he was looking straight at Julie, full of reproach, and his eyes dripped tears all down his face and on to his tie. ‘It can happen easy enough, can’t it?’
    ‘You mean … but what happened to the baby? Was it born?’
    ‘Your cousin Freda,’ said Len, still bitter and obstinate, his accusing eyes on his daughter.
    ‘You mean, Freda is … you mean. Auntie Jessie’s mum and dad didn’t mind?’
    “They minded, all right,’ said Anne. ‘I remember all that well enough. They wanted the baby adopted, but Jessie stuck it out and had it, and in the end they came around. I still think they were right and Jessie was wrong. She was only seventeen. She never would say who the father was. She was stuck at home with the baby when she should have been out enjoying herself and learning things. She got married when she was a baby herself.’
    By now Julie was more or less herself again, though she felt as if she’d been on a roller coaster. Above all, what she was thinking was, I’ve got to get it all out of them now, because I know them, they’ll clam up and never talk of it again.
    ‘Didn’t Uncle Bob mind?’ she asked.
    ‘Not so that he wouldn’t marry her, he married her, didn’t he, and she had a love child he had to take on,’ said her father, full of anger and accusations.
    ‘A love child,’ said Julie derisively, unable to stop herself. But her parents didn’t notice.
    ‘That’s what they call it, I believe,’ said her father,all heavy and sarcastic. ‘Well, that’s what can happen, Julie, and you’ve always been such a sensible girl and that made it worse.’ And now, unbelievably, this father of hers, whom she had so feared she ran away from home, sat sobbing, covering his face with his hands.
    Her mother was weeping, her eyes bright, her cheeks red.
    In a moment Julie would be bawling too.
    ‘I’m going to bed,’ she said, getting up. ‘Oh, I’m sorry Mum, I’m sorry. Dad, I’m sorry …’
    ‘It’s all right, Julie,’ said her mother.
    Julie went out of the room and up the stairs and into her room, walking carefully now, because she was so sore. And she felt numbed and confused, because of Aunt Jessica and her cousin Freda. Why, she, Julie, could have … she could be sitting here now, with her baby Rosie, they wouldn’t have thrown her out.
    She didn’t know what to think, or to feel … She felt … she wanted … ‘Oh, Debbie,’ she cried, but silently, tucked into her little bed, her arms around the panda. ‘Oh, Debbie, what am I to do?’
    She thought, In July, when I’ve finished school, I am going back, I’m going to run away, I’ll go to London and get a job, and I can have my baby. For a few minutes she persuaded herself it was not the