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I love her. I know I do. Breathless, I tell everyone. Mum. Dad. My sister Kathryn. Michael. I leave him till last because, of course, he's the most important. He stares at me for a moment and then he goes over to the fireplace and stands there with his back to me.
"Are you sure, Andrea? Are you really sure? After Samantha left us, I never thought anyone ..." His stops and fumbles in his pocket for his packet of cigarettes.
"Why wouldn't I love Dilly?" I say. "She's your child isn't she? And I love you." My voice is wrong, a child's, thin, high, defiant but Michael doesn't notice. He's smoking his cigarette and when he finishes he turns around and his ...