I flipped through the book and stopped when I thought it was right which turned out to be page 33.
I stood up, sighing, and stepped inside, while she went on to Room 1.
I got a surprise when I saw the room, for I had expected it to be the image of ours – all pale blue chintz and potted plants and fringed lamps. But this room was rather more masculine, red papered walls covered with sporting scenes and a large iron-framed bed, its sheets tumbled back restlessly.
“Alexia had found pregnancy relatively manageable, up to a point. That point having been some three weeks ago, at which juncture her natural reserves of control gave way to sentimentality. Only yesterday she had ended breakfast sobbing over the fried eggs because they looked at her funny. The pack had spent a good half hour trying to find a way to pacify her. Her husband was so worried he looked to start crying himself.”