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very nice but they didn’t really know why some women had her problem and couldn’t carry to full term. But he was clear that there was little hope of the situation improving. She had expected him to say that. Well, more or less, but she had hidden a tiny ray of hope that she would be proved wrong.
    There was also the vexed question of sex. Blushing like a beetroot, she had tried to broach the subject. ‘But my husband, that side of things . . .’ Wanting the ground to swallow her up. Pushing her tortoiseshell glasses back up her nose.
    ‘There are devices . . .’
    ‘We’re Catholic,’ she said in a rush.
    ‘Ah!’
    ‘And the rhythm method, well, we got caught out like that the first time.’ Her cheeks blazed. She fiddled with the strap of her bag. She wished she’d left her long, light-brown hair down instead of putting it up in a chignon, then she’d have been able to hide behind it.
    ‘It’s not reliable,’ Mr Russell said crisply, ‘and there seem to be several versions doing the rounds. You may need to consult your priest or whoever, but any further pregnancies would be extremely ill-advised. They would put your health in jeopardy as well as almost inevitably resulting in miscarriage.’
    She nodded.
    So that was it.
    She explained it all to Peter when he got in from work. He said he would talk to Father Flanagan but they could hardly expect a special dispensation. A sin was a sin, after all, and the Pope was clear about interfering with mother nature. He did talk to the priest but never told Lilian about it beyond saying he’d got nowhere with the him.
    Two months later she first suggested adoption.
    ‘No,’ Peter shook his head.
    ‘But why?’ She had expected him to hesitate but not such immediate opposition.
    ‘It’s not the same. You don’t know where they’re from, what’s in the blood. Could be anything in the background.’
    She frowned, uncertain where his fears came from. ‘They are babies Peter. If you bring them up the proper way . . .’
    ‘No, Lilian.’ He reached for her hand. ‘This may be what God has chosen for us.’
    Childlessness? Sterility? She pushed his hand away. ‘No.’
    He could be stubborn, well so could she. If adoption was the only way to have a baby then that’s what they would do. Over the next year she bided her time. Worked on him. She put everything she could into their home. She cosseted him and made the very best of herself. She spent hours with her friends recreating the latest Paris fashions and Hollywood looks. She used make-up to emphasise her green eyes, add to the slight slant that gave her a feline look. She used the new foam rollers to create curly tendrils of hair that looked as if they’d escaped from her bun. She plucked her eyebrows and bought lipstick and nail varnish to match. She got new glasses, a frame that swept up at the corners.
    She collected a range of Cordon Bleu cookery magazines and made new dishes. She tried out the latest foods on him, making spaghetti bolognese and risotto.
    She tried to make him happy but the problem with sex soured everything. He would kiss her and she would feel his arousal but he would pull away, grab his coat and set off walking. What had been a vital part of their marriage was now a sin. Peter became increasingly irritable and withdrawn. She couldn’t bear it. She missed his love and his touch.
    She mastered the courage to go herself to the new priest who had recently joined the parish alongside Father Flanagan.
    She explained the difficulty to him in a rush of words, staring at her hands to spare him embarrassment.
    He said he would pray on the matter and advise her again. She went back a week later. The man said it was a very difficult problem. As a married couple, God’s desire was to see a fruitful union. The institution of marriage was there as a home for the family, and sexual relations within matrimony were for the express purposes of procreation.
    She knew all that. She nodded and waited to