The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

"Yes." She said as if it was a stupid question.
"How old is she?"
I wondered what else I didn't know about Elly.
I might have been having a kid with her but we hadn’t even known each other
six months yet and she could have had a million different skeletons lurking in
her closets. I doubt there would have been any room though, not with all the
clothes she bought.
Truth was that I hadn’t told her all my deep and dark secrets either. If they
didn’t come up I doubt I would. There was plenty of stuff from when I worked
in bars and there was the summer I’d spent in the Greek tourist trap called Kos.
I could have written a book about the months I spent there and the crazy shit
that went down. I certainly wouldn’t be offering her any of the gory details
freely and maybe she had similarly grim memories that were better forgotten.
I already knew about her funding secret but I couldn’t wrap my head around the
fact that she had a kid, a daughter.
"Three..." She paused and thought about her response. "Maybe four."
Top quality parenting. I would have to be the responsible one.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I raged.
"I tell you now." She said defensively. "It isn't most important."
"It's pretty fucking important. Where's her father?"
I should have asked why she wasn't at the family gathering.
Was she another one of Elly's little secrets that her family didn’t know about?