Back The Growing Season
Chapters (35)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Book
  3. About the Author
  4. Also by Helen Sedgwick
  5. Dedication
  6. Audio log
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Audio log
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Audio log
  13. Chapter 5
  14. Chapter 6
  15. Audio log
  16. Chapter 7
  17. Chapter 8
  18. Audio log
  19. Chapter 9
  20. Chapter 10
  21. Audio log
  22. Chapter 11
  23. Chapter 12
  24. Audio log
  25. Chapter 13
  26. Chapter 14
  27. Audio log
  28. Chapter 15
  29. Audio log
  30. Chapter 16
  31. Chapter 17
  32. Video log
  33. Chapter 18
  34. Chapter 19
  35. Acknowledgements

The room had been divided into an open-plan office, as they’d promised, with several desks, tables and sofas, just like she’d requested. She’d told them that she wasn’t doing this alone, and she had absolutely meant it. And there, beside the desk nearest the window, was her old chair. She sat down in it, leaned back, and felt it adjust in exactly the way that she needed.

She wished James Quentin were here. He’d have been a good partner, with his uncertainty and his conscience; he was such a natural scientist. She hadn’t known him for very long, but she missed him. Eva didn’t understand why the wrong people so often had to pay the price.

She’d spent yesterday afternoon with the director – or former director, as she was now – who had apparently decided that changes should be made.

‘You’ll need to talk about the care homes,’ she’d said, taking Eva’s arm as though she were an old friend. ‘I think they’re the biggest challenge we face, and no one knows what to do. We thought we could cope with the numbers, but we can’t. It’s increasing every year.’

Of course it was, Eva thought.

‘At first, it seemed such a good thing to offer the pouch as an alternative to abortion. A number of … well, interested parties, offered financial support.’

Eva raised her eyebrows, but made no comment.

‘But now … Basically, they’ve changed their mind. The money is gone and the homes need help, in the short term. In the longer term, we need a solution, and that means debate, legislation …’

‘You know it will open other debates,’ Eva said, with sharpness in her tone. ‘Sterilisation. Cryogenics …’

‘Yes.’ The former director was nodding.

‘Genetic modification.’

‘We have strong ethics laws in place—’

‘Genetic selection.’

‘Yes, absolutely,’ she’d said, smiling and leaning back in her chair. She was wearing casual clothes, a knitted jumper; she looked different to before. ‘I’m so glad it’s you taking over. Debate everything.’

And that was exactly what Eva intended to do. She was going to start with the care homes. And natural birth. The risks and the choice. The money. The inequality.