“Wait right there,” Mam called after us. “Don’t even think about wandering around town in the dark of night in your condition. Take Joey up to your room while we finish up here.” “Upstairs?” Dad muttered. “Really, Trish?” “What are they going to do, Tony?” Mam sighed. “Get pregnant again? They have to get this one out to put another one in.” “Jesus, don’t give them any notions.”
