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

further removed but I was getting the impression that now she was pregnant
Elly felt closer and closer to her family.
The Mother she hadn’t been eager to see was now becoming an important ally,
rightly so. The family that she had hidden from, not wanting to disappoint them,
were all happier to see her back in Poland than in England. Her idea that she
meant more to them as a beacon of hope than in their arms was quickly
changing. The strangest turnaround of all was that the first family member she
reached out to was the one who was pulling away.
She had doubted if the others would embrace me but they had and the brother
that she thought would support her, support us, was nowhere.
“I wish you had a chance to meet my friends.” She said.
“We can throw a party. I’ll book a club.” I offered.
“No. We should save our money for the baby.”
For the baby, not for the house.
“We can just book some tables then.”
In Poland I had learnt that you could reserve everything, including seats in a
nightclub. It annoyed the hell out of me though, when I’d pop out for a beer
after work to see reservation written on empty tables. The idiot staff would
refuse to let you sit down at 6 pm for one beer at a table reserved for 9 pm.
Their loss!