Elizabeth showed no signs of planning for the
future. She seemed happy to live off our charity.
I was surprised that Father didn’t mutter under
his breath. He was pleased to feed the waif I’d
brought into our home. In fact the two of them
got on like a burning house. It was touching to
watch. Elizabeth clearly needed a Father figure
after all the fuss with Dan, and my Father was
willing to oblige. I didn’t know how long this
peculiar situation could endure. Elizabeth had
an upcoming hospital scan. She asked us sweetly
to go. It was agreed. I couldn’t help but think how
peculiar the situation really was. Two grown boys
enamoured of a wilful, pregnant girl. The strange
idyll couldn’t last.


Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist