Sowerbutt's Baby

“It’s a baby’s cap,” the tall man said. “You’ve started a knitting business without telling me. Aaah, one of the girls is pregnant and you were out buying baby clothes.” It was a sight Polly said she would remember for the rest of her life. Sowerbutt floated off the settee and stood over her, his eyes wide. He held her face in his hands. “You’re having a baby, you’re pregnant.”

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