Do your kids ever really leave?
Fenella Fisher and Suki Rabinowitz are middle-aged single mothers whose children have left home and started on their own lives and careers. But Suki’s son Josh is a cocaine-addict who supposedly fathered a baby on a visit to the UK; and Fenella’s daughter Kirsty has just been dumped and is feeling miserable. Fenella and Suki decide they need to step in to help their children and hatch a plan to sort out Josh’s mess and find Kirsty a suitable man, with some hilarious consequences. After interviewing prospective husbands for Kirsty at Waves Restaurant and Bar, they discover that a good man is hard to find...
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Chapter 1
Migraines. To Fenella it felt as if a hot needle twisted and turned through the centre of her eye straight into her brain.
The pain was enough to make one throw up on the spot, Fenella thought bitterly as she covered the afflicted eye with one hand. She hated the damn things and was relieved she got only a few of them a year. “Poor bastards who have brain tumours. Imagine experiencing this pain every hour of every day. You can rather put me down like a sick dog,” she said to herself as she slowly lowered herself down onto her bed in her darkened room.
The last thing Fenella felt like was lunch with Suki. Suki would understand; she often got migraines herself. They‟d been best friends since the age of two, playing together at the back of her mother‟s dance studio. It wasn‟t Suki‟s company that was making her lean towards cancelling, but the idea of noise, the midday glare from the sun and the smell of food. She‟d gagged when she‟d brushed her teeth that morning which made her think of morning sickness. Brushing her teeth had been an ordeal throughout her three pregnancies. There was no way she could be pregnant unless some alien had come to visit her when she was fast asleep. At fifty she was far too old anyway. While she loved babies, it was
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always great to give them back to their mothers when they cried or messed themselves.
The migraine was throbbing away silently, clouding her brain and her thoughts, filling her head with pain. Fenella groaned. Any sudden movement brought on waves of nausea and dizziness. The Tramadol she‟d taken probably made it a bit too risky to drive anyway. After taking one that morning it had knocked her out making her feel like a second-rate boxer on the losing end of a bout with the heavyweight champion of the world. T
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French
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Etienne Gienouessi
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German
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Tochukwu Benedict Ezeifekwuaba
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Valeria Cristina Ferreira Ventura
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Author review: Friendly and prompt |
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Claudia Goyenechea
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Author review: Great working with her! |
