March 25th, 1991

 

March 25th, 1991

Hilton Hotel, Melbourne, Australia

Autumn stroll through the park with Andy that I thoroughly enjoyed. It’s always great having a friend on the trip who encourages you to get out and do stuff, not that we’ve done anything major but we’ve been out…a lot!

“Just think,” Andy said, motioning to the woman in front of us, pushing a pram.

.“That could be you in a few years.”

I laughed. “I don’t even have a boyfriend!”
“Yeah but that can change at the drop of a hat.”

“True, but as it stands right now I’m single with, I’d say, ah, zero prospects.”

“What about the bloke in Antigua?”

“William? Nah, I don’t think he’s really my type.”

“I thought you were going to see him soon?”

“Not ‘til May, but nothing’s set in stone yet so it might not happen.”

“Don’t do that!”
“What?”
“Don’t change your plans. You should keep your options open.”

I stopped walking and gave him, “a look.”

“We should all,” he said, emphasizing the all. “We should all keep our options open.”

“That’s better,” I said, taking his arm again.

“How many kids do you want?”

“You’re really asking me that?”
“What’s wrong with that? You must have some idea. Don’t all girls know stuff like that?”

I laughed. “I don’t know!”

“I’ve thought about it.” He paused. “I’d like three but I don’t suppose that’ll ever happen.”

“Don’t say that,” I said, nudging him. “You don’t know that.”

“They’d all have to be adopted.” He sounded pensive.

“It’s not out of the question.”

“Not easy though, is it? I mean, in this job. It’s hard enough to find a partner, let alone someone who’s willing to stay home while we’re…we’re-”

“Strolling through a park in Australia on a Monday afternoon?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Something like that.”

I squeezed his arm. “I think you’d make a great Father.”

He gave my cheek a gentle peck. “And I think you’ll make a lovely mum.”

“Thank you,” I mouthed. “Lunch?”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “Lygon street’s right around the corner.”

 

 

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