The hands burst out wide, grabbing our attention. His eyes were wide too, and his mouth. A bravura performance. The whole table entranced.
And he was holding forth about childcare, about the child he did not yet quite have, about the one still swelling his wife's womb. The wife he gesticulated at with his thumb. The wife who sat next to him, quietly.
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© Farmer 20 February 1996