Conciliation

—   What about me? Fiona asks her dad. —   Do you think I neglected you too? he asks. —   Let’s sit down a minute. The dishes can wait. Would you like some Glenmorangie? Or Bowmore? —   How about another wee piece of that apple...

Father knows least

Fiona’s father fills the sink with hot soapy water, eschewing her offer to use Luc’s rubber gloves. She was astounded when he’d insisted on washing the dishes. Since when has he done household chores? she wonders. The possibility that maybe she doesn’t know him very...

The Accident

—   That’s delicious salad*, says Trish, putting down her fork. I’m still starving all the time. She pats her protruding tummy. —   He’s insatiable! —   You look fabulous, Trish. And you don’t seem to have gained too much. —  ...

Atonement

Fiona’s stomach turns. Do I need to go to the bathroom again? she wonders. Was it was a mistake inviting Anne over to the house? Maybe we should have met at a café. Neutral space. She sighs. But Anne agreed to come. Via email. We haven’t talked in nearly a month,...

Russian hijinxs

—   Trish! It’s so great to see you. Now I can stop cleaning the damn house! —   Sorry to just pop by unannounced, Fee, but I was at the market and I just thought I’d see if you were at home. —   Is something wrong? —   I’m...