Frances lit a cigarette. “Do you regret not having children?” “Never once. Never for a day. Do you regret having one?” Frances laughed. “I’m being serious,” said Joan. “Oh. Well, sometimes I do, to be honest.” “But you wouldn’t change him.” “Yes, I would.” “But you wouldn’t change him much.” “I’d change him quite a bit.” “But you love him.” “So much that it pains me.”
