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table.
“Unaccustomed as I am to public speaking, least of all about my
romantic intentions... I’m... I’m...”
    “Good heavens, woman! What are you?” snarled,
my mother.
    “I’m thankful for Guy. Yes, I’m thankful that
Guy came into my life. He is thoughtful, immensely loving, and I’m
a better person for meeting and falling in love with him. Is that
what you want to hear, Mum?” I felt Guys arms tighten around me, a
soft warm kiss on the side of my cheek.
    My father gave me his ‘proud of you’ smile.
“Yes, Clare, that’s all your mother needed to hear.” He turned to
my mother. “Sit down, Glenda. You’re making yourself look a
complete ass,” he said in his authoritative tone, only used when
someone really pissed him off.
    “May I just say a few words?” Marjorie
timidly raised her hand, picking up her handbag with the other. “I
would just like to say, Doctor Foreman, how thankful I am that I am
aware of your..., situation. It could have been very embarrassing
indeed.” She fidgeted around inside her handbag, everyone straining
their necks to see what she had slid onto her lap under the
tablecloth. “I was tidying your office the other day, after
you’d...what is the word you used? Worked out, and I came upon
something ... something that was, should we say, misplaced?”
    “Marjorie, ” said the firm tone from my
father. “I told you earlier, this is neither the time nor the
place.”
    Ignoring my father’s request, she continued.
“Clare, I think this must belong to you.” She held up my black lace
thong.
    * * * *
    Christmas came around, full of joy and cheer,
and so did my mother about Guy and me. Marjorie, on the other hand,
was still as frosty as a snowman towards Guy. I had made sure that
I kept enough distance between Marjorie and myself, not that I was
the least bit embarrassed. Quite the opposite. In fact, if we had
happened to bump into each other I’d have probably smacked her in
the chops. Thanks to Marjorie spreading the seasonal message,
co-workers’ innuendoes about misplaced lingerie had been rather
embarrassing.
    New Year, new resolutions and Guy, the new
man in my life. My life just seemed to be getting better and
better. I’d forgotten how exciting a new relationship was. Firstly
the ‘can’t keep your hands off each other stage’. Followed by the
‘discovery stage’. Finding out how much you have in common. The
quirks about each other that all go hand-in-hand with falling head
over heels in love. Then lastly ‘commitment’. The stage when you
begin to share your future together, when you know that no matter
what, you want to spend the rest of your life with this person,
even the quirks.
    Okay, I’d be a liar if I said Mum’s comments
about having a baby had not lingered in the back of my
subconscious. Yes, I’m thirty-six, in a few months thirty-seven,
and let’s face it, good old Mother Nature is not on my side. You
see, my problem is I have fallen head over heels in love for the
very first time. Yet I’m stuck in the discovery stage, still bloody
discovering where Guy and I are heading.
    “Just ask him straight out,” said my sister
as cool as a cucumber.
    “It’s not something you ask though, is it?
‘Guy, where is this relationship going, and does it include
children?’” I replied.
    “Clare, are you out of your head just
thinking this?” Jess slopped three mugs of coffee down on the
table.
    Oh, sweet baby Jesus, I can tell by the dewy
look in Jess’s eyes she is about to embark on a chick lit, cum
chick flick moment.
    “From the moment I saw you in my kitchen
together I said to Martin they are like strawberries and cream. You
could never imagine one without the other. Just like Wendy and
Walter...a match made in heaven, but no one ever thought it would
work.”
    I dropped my head into my hands. “Please, for
the love of God, let Wendy and Walter be real people.”
    Jess gave me a haughty glare. “You may mock,
Clare, but these people