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had also worked for the Commonwealth Bank before she got married, although this coincidence had never come up in their conversations about Lauren’s work. Rachel didn’t know if her son had forgotten this fact about his mother’s life, or never knew it, or just didn’t find it that interesting. Of course, Rachel understood very well that her little bank job, the one she gave up as soon as she got married, had no similarity to Lauren’s “career.” Rachel couldn’t conceive what Lauren actually did each day. The most she knew was that it was something to do with “project management.”
    You would think someone so good at project management could manage the project of packing a bag for Jacob when he came to stay the night, but apparently not. Lauren always seemed to forget something essential.
    No more nights with Jacob. No more bath time. No more stories. No more dancing to the Wiggles in the living room. It felt like he was dying. She had to remind herself that he was still alive, sitting right here on her lap.
    “Yeah, you’ve got to come and see us in New York City, Mum!” said Rob. He sounded like he already had an American accent. His teeth caught the light as he smiled at his mother. Those teeth had cost Ed and Rachel a small fortune. Rob’s strong, straight, piano-key teeth would be right at home in America.
    “Get yourself your first-ever passport, Mum! You could even see a bit of America if you wanted. Go on one of those bus tours. Or, I know, do one of those Alaskan cruises!”
    She wondered sometimes if their lives hadn’t been divided so cleanly as if by a giant wall—before April 6, 1984, after April 6, 1984—if Rob would have grown up differently. Not quite so relentlessly upbeat, not quite so much like a real estate agent. Mind you, he
was
a real estate agent, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he behaved like one.
    “I want to do one of those Alaskan cruises,” said Lauren. She put her hand over Rob’s. “I always imagined us doing one when we’re old and gray.”
    Then she coughed, probably because she remembered that Rachel was old and gray.
    “It certainly would be interesting.” Rachel took a sip of her tea. “Maybe a little chilly.”
    Were they mad? Rachel did not want to do an Alaskan cruise. She wanted to sit on the back step in the sunshine and blow bubbles for Jacob in the backyard and watch him laugh. She wanted to see him grow week by week.
    And she wanted them to have another baby. Soon. Lauren was thirty-nine! Just last week Rachel had told Marla that there was plenty of time for Lauren to have another baby. They had them so late these days, she’d said. But that was when she’d secretly thought there was going to be an announcement any minute. In fact, she’d been
planning
for that second baby (just like an ordinary, interfering mother-in-law). She had decided that when the baby came, she’d retire. She loved her job at St. Angela’s, but in two years she’d be seventy (seventy!) and she was getting tired. Looking after two children two days a week would be enough for her. She’d assumed this was her future. She could almost feel the weight of the new baby in her arms.
    Why didn’t the damned girl want another baby? Didn’t they want to give Jacob a little brother or sister? What was so special about New York, with all those beeping horns and steam billowing oddly from holes in the street? For Pete’s sake, the girl went back to work
three months
after Jacob was born. It wasn’t like having a baby would be that big an inconvenience for her.
    If someone had asked Rachel that morning about her life, she would have said that it was full and satisfying. She looked after Jacob on Mondays and Fridays, and the rest of the time he was in day care while Lauren sat at her desk in the city, managing her projects. When Jacob was at day care, Rachel worked at St. Angela’s as the school secretary. She had her work, her gardening, her friend Marla, her stack of