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I’m being foolish, Susan thinks as their train pulls out of Coventry station. It’s all very well for women like Jean and Hilda, or Millie -- women who’d never married, or -- like Samantha, or Lucy -- had married but realized the mistake before motherhood.
For Susan, though … she recalls her mother’s voice: You’re not a child, Susan. You’ve been gallivanting with that friend of yours, Millie, long enough. Act your age and marry that child’s father before it’s too late.
“Will big Sam be waiting for us, mummy?” her son asks, sleepily, from her lap.
Maybe it's not so foolish, after all.