Catherine is trying to write an email to her mother telling her that
Congratulations! You’re going to be a grandmother.
(Beat.) I was at the clinic yesterday waiting for the ultrasound when the woman next to me asked, “So how many weeks are you?”
“Twenty-five,” I said.
Then I realised...she was talking to Nellie.
They started laughing and talking together about indigestion and how the baby kept them awake a night.
I wanted to scream, “That’s MY baby ... MY conversation...MY life!
I am the mother here!”
She scrolls down to SEND. She hesitates.
She scrolls down again and hits DELETE, speaking the word aloud:
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