enough? âYouâre too old.â
âI am not!â she cries, indignant.
âWe donât need a baby.â
âWeâre having one.â
âMaybe it will get polio.â
I hear her sharp intake of breath. âPauline ⦠how can you say that? Thatâs so cruel.â
I shove my toque down over my ears. Itâs simple: I donât want a sister or brother who can run or skate. Especially not now, not when things are starting to turn around for me.
My father puts an arm around each of us, but I shrug him off and glare at the black-and-white linoleum floor.
âThereâs the vaccine now,â he says. âThank God, it wonât happen again. This baby will be a blessing for all of us.â
âWhenâs the blessing coming?â I ask sarcastically.
My mother is leaning against my father, his arms wrapped protectively around her. âIf you mean the baby,â she says, âitâs due in March. Your father will be allowed in the hospital and will spend a lot of time there. But you wonât be allowed in. Someone will have to stay at home with you.â She hesitates. âIâve asked my sisters.â
My throat aches with hope. After being so mean, do I dare ask? âTante Marie?â
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you?â Her hand skates uneasy circles around her belly.
Why should I have to have a sibling? I can hear in my motherâs voice how much she hates her own sister. I feel like Iâm about to explode. I have to get outside. Iâm not going to beg anything from my mother, not even a visit from Tante Marie.
I open the door and shuffle outside. Dad makes a move behind me, but I yell over my shoulder, âI can do this myself. Iâll play goal today. I donât need you. Leave me alone.â
I donât bother to turn around to see their reaction. They have each other.
I storm â carefully â out onto the street. Henry and Stuart and Billy have stopped in the middle of a play and are watching me approach. I get the uneasy feeling they heard me yelling.
âWhereâs your dad?â Billy asks.
I donât trust myself to talk. I jerk my thumb back in the direction of my house.
Henry looks like an owl, staring at me. âGet her chair, will ya, Stu? How about we put the nets at the curbs and play two on two? Pauline can play goal and she wonât have to worry about cars.â
I glare at him. Overprotective Henry. Of all the nerve. If I didnât have to hold onto my crutches, Iâd jerk my thumb at him too.
Henryâs wearing his Don Mills hockey jacket, blue with white piping around the shoulder seams. Itâs cold and his breath shows â white piping against the sky. Billy shoves his hands in his jeans pockets and now Stuâs back, huffing and puffing with my chair.
What am I so mad at? Out of nowhere the tears start dribbling down my cheeks and I wipe my face on my sleeve.
The three boys move in a little closer and stand in a semi-circle around me.
âWhatâs wrong, Pauline?â asks Henry.
âYou donât have to play goal if you donât want,â says Billy.
âWe could go watch boxing on TV at my house,â says Stu.
Henry hits Stu with his hat. âIdiot. She doesnât want to watch fighting.â
I half-laugh, half-cry. These guys are funny. Are these guys my friends?
âMy parents are going to have a baby,â I confide.
It sounds so silly when I say it, but they all make a big Ooohhh as if Iâve revealed something terrible. I remember that they each have younger kids in their families. Billy has two little brothers and a sister, and some Saturday mornings he canât play because he has to babysit.
âThatâs too bad,â Stu says. âMy little brotherâs a real nuisance. Heâs always switching the channel or talking or â¦â
Henry hits him again. âShe doesnât need to