Sarah bent towards her. ‘I can see your mind whizzing. What are you thinking?’
Lucy felt lighter, less weighed down. She felt hopeful for the first time in weeks. Maybe Sarah was right. Maybe she should think about it. She could always go to the clinic next week. She needed to talk to Tom. She needed to talk to her parents. She needed to be honest andstop lying and keeping secrets. Maybe she could be a mum and a successful lawyer. Why not? Look at Hillary Clinton: she’d had a baby and was a super-successful lawyer.
Sarah poked her. ‘Talk to me, what’s going on in that head of yours?’
Lucy turned to her. ‘I still think the abortion is the best solution, but I’m not sure any more. Maybe I could do it, Sarah. I know you think Tom’s a shit fornot coming with me, but he does love me and I never gave him the chance to discuss keeping the baby. I love him and he loves me, and itwould only be a year for me to take off. I guess maybe it could work out. I don’t know. My head is spinning.’
They heard an announcement on the Tannoy that the flight to London was now boarding. The two girls looked at each other.
Sarah stood up and held outher hand. ‘Come on, let’s get you home. Call Tom, talk to him, then talk to your parents. You’ll figure it all out, but it’s better to be honest than sneaking around behind everyone’s backs. Whatever you decide, I’m with you. If you decide you do want to go to England, I’ll go with you. All the way.’
Lucy took Sarah’s hand and stood up. ‘Okay,’ she said. ‘This might be crazy, but it kind of feelsright.’ She glanced at the boarding gate. ‘Let’s get out of here.’