And Baby Makes Two - Dyan Sheldon
When I Grow Up
In many ways, the twenty-fifth of October was an ordinary day, which means it started with a fight with my mother and carried on from there.
The fight with my mother was because there wasn’t any milk for the tea. As per usual, this was my fault. Nothing was ever Hilary’s fault. God knows what she did before she had me to blame for everything. Because of the fight, I was late for school again. Mr Cox, my tutor, gave me a detention. I tried to reason with him.
“But it’s my bir ...