Page 93 of Tiers of Joy

“Amy.” I try again.

“And don’t worry if you lose your hair, I know a great wig maker! He makes them out of dog hair. I know that sounds mad but have you seen a retriever’s coat?! Practically the same as your hair now, very glossy.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose.

“Jesus Christ.” I mutter.

“Ooo! I also know a great shop that sell the most amazing scarfs if you’d prefer? We will make you look amazing.” She beams and leans over, squeezing my hand.

“You done?” I ask.

Amy smiles and nods.

“I’m not dying. But if I were, then I’d be glad I had you to make me at least look good while I shrivelled up and died.” I give her a tight smile.

“What I am trying to tell you is that I’m pregnant!” I announce.

Both Amy and Josie’s mouths hang open. They look like goldfish.

“Say something.” I say.

“Wow! I mean: congratulations.” Amy says, giving Josie a side glance.

“What?” I ask.

Josie shakes her head.

“No, come on, what is it? Spit it out.” I ask.

“It’s just, well, is Gaige the father?” Amy asks.

“Yes of course he is! Christ! What does this town think I am? Some kind of massive slag?!” I screech.

“I told you not to say anything.” Josie mutters.

“No one thinks that Esme. It’s just that we all know about Tanner and, well, you know.” Amy shrugs.

“How do you know about Tanner?!” I ask.

“I never told you we slept together! Also, not that it’s any of your business, but we used protection! I am eleven weeks pregnant now. Not only did we use protection, but we also hadn’t sleep together then, so it’s fucking scientifically impossible.” I rant.

“Sorry Esme, we shouldn’t have assumed.” Amy apologises.

“Who told you?” I ask again.

“Tanner told anyone that would listen one night down at the Sunken Ship.” Amy says, biting her lip.

“He did what?!” I whisper.

“Oh that’s not good; she's whispering. My mom does that when she’s really pissed.” Josie points out.

“Is there a live band this week at the pub?” I ask.

“Um, yes, this Friday. Why?” Amy asks.

“I just want to go is all. I need you two to promise me that you will keep my pregnancy quiet until then. Can you do that?” I ask.

“Sure.” They both answer.

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