Chapters (81)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- Chapter Sixty-Eight
- Chapter Sixty-Nine
- Chapter Seventy
- Chapter Seventy-One
- Chapter Seventy-Two
- Chapter Seventy-Three
- Chapter Seventy-Four
- A Letter From Ruby
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Ruby Speechley
‘It has to be this one, I suppose.’ Alison picks up the odd-shaped present from Jaz, who is busy knocking back a large vodka. Alison unwraps a V-shaped pillow and cover.
‘It’s good for when you’re breast-feeding, apparently,’ says Jaz, ‘but also great for getting in all those Kama Sutra positions.’
Everyone groans.
‘She won’t need it for a while then, will she?’ Louise says, and everyone laughs.
‘I’m sure Adam has a healthy appetite.’ Jaz grins and finishes her drink.
Julie glares at her.
‘So, the first game is called the Prediction Game.’ Julie hands out a card to each guest. ‘You need to fill in which date you think baby Charlie will be born, what time, what he or she will weigh, eye colour, hair colour and, of course, sex.’
Everyone starts scribbling on their cards.
‘Do you realise, Ali,’ says Jaz, waving her card above her head, ‘you wouldn’t even be pregnant if I hadn’t bumped into Adam.’
‘I know, you’ve told me a hundred times.’ Alison smiles and rolls her eyes. Everyone tuts.
‘Shame he didn’t find out about Jamie sooner, isn’t it?’ Jaz swallows another drink. ‘Missed out a whole big chunk of his life.’
‘Will you shut up?’ Julie hisses.
‘Shame Daddy told him you’d had an abortion, then paid him to leave.’
‘How do you know that?’ Alison moves to the edge of her chair.
‘Jaz, I’m warning you…’ Julie points at her.
‘Do you think that’s why he hasn’t married you?’ Jaz puts her glass on the table and flops backwards.
There’s a long silence. Alison turns her card face down on the table and eases herself up. ‘What a shame, Jasmine. You used to be such a pretty girl.’ She reaches over and plucks a hair extension from Jaz’s head.
‘Fuck me, that hurt!’ Jaz presses her hands above her ear.
‘Get out!’ Alison shouts and jabs Jaz’s head with her elbow. Jaz shrieks and clutches her ear.
‘Call me down when she’s gone.’ Alison leaves the room, watching as she climbs the stairs.
‘You’ve had more than enough to drink. I’m calling you a cab.’ Julie picks up the phone. Jaz rubs her head, looking around at all the faces staring at her.