First Face You’ll See
It was a Tuesday, which is a detail nobody ever believes, and I had done the test entirely without hope, in a sort of grim administrative way, the way you file a tax return.
I had not even sat down on the floor.
I had put the stick on the edge of the sink and gone to put the kettle on, because I had stopped watching them develop years before.
I came back with a mug in my hand.
And there were two lines in the window.
I want to be exact about the next bit because it was not joy.
Joy came later, in about four hours.
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