“Like a car accident.’ Tom’s wife’s voice. ‘I made it clear right from the start; I’m not bringing up children who are not mine, full stop. Look at Mother. Every time Father took a walk, he came back with a child. Mother reared them all. But what has she gained beside ingratitude? Me, I’m not. Besides, you accept one child today, tomorrow he brings another. Not me. It is me, my children, full stop.”
