ONE OF THE nice things about having a baby was how the old Italian lady next door changed.
‘It’s weird,’ Abbey said after they brought Xan home from the hospital. ‘You’d think dykes having babies together would be worse than dykes on their own.’
Apparently dykes who had babies were better. A safer breed.
That was after the old lady, Mrs Baresi, first smiled and waved at them and their brand new bassinet stroller, but before the turkey-baster incident.
The turkey-baster incident happened when Xan was a couple of months old, on the corner of the street where Mrs Baresi’s house was, where she seemed to be always in her garden or standing at her front window. Sometimes she just smiled and waved – amazing enough after six years of neighbourly stonewalling – but on the turkey-baster day she was hovering near her gate and said,... Read more
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