this was not the former paige - all hustle , smartness , and gloss - who had featured in the photographs that adorned the hurley household . that paige had been a top banker . no , this paige had given it all up when jackson ( eight ) followed by lara ( six) arrived . there was no choice . i overheard her telling nathan ( who lapped it up ) . children cannot flourish at home without a mother . period .
this paige was deeply fatigued with her third pregnancy . her lipstick had been careless applied , leaving a rim round the pale interior of her stubborn lower lip , while a smudge of mascara adorned the papery skin under her left eye .
"you look tired ."
"so ?" she shrugged and still managed to convey .... excitement and commitment ." you know , despite feeling like the largest sack of potatoes on the palnet , if i could make a wish , i would have started earlier ."
"your energy is ferocious . you should be working in a bank ."
"ha ."
we drove past the common . paige eased herself back in the seat and gazed hungrily out of the window ." do i look like a prisoner offered an hour 's exercise in the yard ?"
the sacking smock gives yo uaway ."
the dog walkers were out in force , some of whom were struggling with as many as six or eight charges ." look at them ." paige sighed ." that 's how i feel ."
winter had snapped its jaws shut . the trees were stripped bare and , since the autumn rains , the grass had retunred to its proper color . the shops glowed with christmas lights . suddenly . paige asked ." what if i die with this one ? women do die sometimes ."
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