Janet,’ Claire said, embarrassed afresh. ‘This is a conversation you should be having with your mother, not me.’
‘I didn’t see her doing anything.’
‘Well, I’m not going to tell you,’ Claire said, ‘except to say there’s things you can use, clinics you can go to. At the moment I don’t want a baby, but I may change my mind one day, when I’m married and we decide we want to start a family.’
Janet remembered Aunt Breda’s angry words to Peter the day of the doctor’s visit to her father: ‘I’m getting her down that clinic, to get her sorted out, as soon as that kid’s born.’
That was what Auntie Breda meant, she thought with sudden clarity, and wondered if her mother had chosen to have baby Sally like Claire seemed to suggest women were able to. Somehow she doubted Sally had been planned at all.
‘So,’ Claire said, ‘where do we go from here?’
‘Nowhere,’ Janet said flatly. ‘I want nothing to do with you. I’ll make my own way from now on.’
‘Janet, listen to me …’
‘No, I have listened. You made me feel I could do it, make a life of my own, and I can and will. If you’ve decided that’s not for you, that’s fine, but I don’t want you to teach me any more. You let me down. It made me sick.’
‘When you’re older you’ll probably understand a little more.’
Janet shrugged. Claire remembered the shrug of the previous day and said, ‘I’m sorry about your hand. I shouldn’t have reacted as I did.’
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