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litt<strong>le</strong> thing. Carol had never accepted to tell her the name of the man<br />
she had loved so much in the 70’s, and whom she could not yet forget<br />
two decades later, Kathy was sure. So she would repay her in the same<br />
currency, informing her of her decision to live with Jacques, but withholding<br />
his identity or any telling details.<br />
She was going to stop taking the pill after her next period at the<br />
end of the month, she had told Jacques, who had no objection. Quite<br />
the contrary : he said he had never had a chance to raise a child, due<br />
to his successive separations, it was high time for him, if he did not<br />
want this new son or daughter to know him only as a wrink<strong>le</strong>d old man.<br />
Joël, for this reason, was more like a young friend, and touchy at this,<br />
someone to be counted with, especially since he knew that he had not<br />
been wanted by his father. “Are you sure that you will not regret it, if<br />
it does happen? Don’t worry, I would not <strong>le</strong>ave you if you preferred not<br />
to have children with me, or if you wanted to delay it for some time, I<br />
would understand it very well. I had never really thought of becoming a<br />
mother myself until I met you, but it simply feels like the natural thing<br />
to do.” For months everybody had been discussing the new Australian<br />
banner that Bob Hawke was seeking to impose to the population and the<br />
international community before he <strong>le</strong>ft office, some said that this brand<br />
of superficial nationalism was meant to keep minds off the state of the<br />
economy, not Japanese hands off Aussie natural and tourist resources,<br />
he could as well paint a rising sun on his bum, if he fancied it; others<br />
were in favour because they believed we needed a new image and it was<br />
a first step towards the Republic. All agreed that a new banner was the<br />
closest thing to a place in history, even if it did not set new standards of<br />
morality. Humorously, Jacques had thus voted by unanimity the birth<br />
of a nation whose banner, a waltzing wha<strong>le</strong>, would float over “Casa<br />
Periwink<strong>le</strong>”, their blue-roofed house: “Let’s hope passers-by don’t take<br />
it for a carwash or a supermarket. We would be sued for opening shop<br />
without licence in a residential area!”<br />
The funny thing about this child business is that it had come<br />
to her mind because she had felt happily pregnant the first morning<br />
after, knowing full well that she could not be: it was a general sensation<br />
of participating in the course of things, a new assurance that she had<br />
never realized she lacked, needed or aspired to in the past. Was it because<br />
Jacques was so much older than her, or rather so mature and at the same<br />
time <strong>le</strong>ss jaded than any boy her own age? Or because she had found all<br />
her ill-defined personal expectations suddenly fulfil<strong>le</strong>d with no effort,<br />
no soul searching on her part, whi<strong>le</strong> she had never dreamed of meeting<br />
someone “for good” and committing herself before she was twenty-five<br />
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