“Let’s breathe through it together, shall we? I took Lamaze classes before I had Piglet. I’ll follow your rhythm.” Piglet watched her mother—in her cream pantsuit and pearls—hold her best friend’s hand as they inhaled together, nostrils flaring, before releasing their breath, in unison, through pursed lips, and realised this was not something she and Margot could share. She considered, as she watched them breathe, that she and her mother had never really spoken about her life before Piglet, before Franny. She watched her mother and her best friend and was unsure if she recognised either
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