morning, professed to want to form a family with him and his wife. Tom sighed and pulled Selenaâs advertisement out of his jacket pocket. Heâd removed it from Tesco at five past eight, on his wayin, but heâd been too late. At least three people had already seen it, the three who would be joining Tom and Selena at the Beddford developmentâs show home this evening.
Selena had suggested congregating there rather than at home, just in case any of the three applicants for feigned kinship turned out to be mentally unstable. âWe donât want them to know where we live if theyâre nutters, do we?â sheâd said to Tom over breakfast. Briefly, Tom had suspected her of taking this sensible precaution and talking about nutters as a cunning way of presenting herself â by contrast, and falsely â as sane. But then he remembered that Selena did not have hidden agendas. So maybe she was sane; heâd always thought so.
Tom had said nothing. Every molecule of his brain, every atom of his heart was opposed to Selenaâs plan, but he found it impossible to protest, and this wasnât only because of his usual reluctance to speak his mind. What stumped him was that Selena argued her case so well; logically, he couldnât fault her. His objection stemmed from a combination of two fears: of the unknown (the new relatives) and of the unconventional (the plan to acquire new relatives).
Thinking about it, Tom decided that the latter was the more serious problem for him. âNobody does this!â heâd wanted to scream at Selena. âNot a single person in the entire world has ever done this! I donât want to be a freak!â He could imagine what sheâd say: âImagine if Noah had been a chicken like you â thereâd have been no ark. Imagine if Martin Luther King had said that to himself. Or Emmeline Pankhurst. Iâm ahead of my time, thatâs all. One day everyoneâll do it. Real, blood families will be as passé as natural childbirth and breastfeeding â two other bloody stupid ideas!â
He looked again at Selenaâs notice and shook his head. At the top, in capital letters, she had written, âDO YOU DESERVE A BETTER FAMILY THAN THE ONE YOUâVE GOT?â Underneath, sheâd elaborated. âDo your relatives continually let you down? Do they fail to meet your needsand support you in the way youâd like them to? Do you feel alone in the world? Or perhaps you really are alone, with no living parents, children or siblings, or at least not ones youâre in contact with. If so, then youâre in the same position as us. We are Tom and Selena Foyers, a married couple with two children. We have a large extended family but they fall way short of the satisfaction mark, and so weâre recruiting for replacements. Reciprocal support guaranteed. If youâre interested , ring Selena on 01238554899.â
Tom had felt faint when heâd first read it; heâd phoned Selena at the show home, aghast. âCouldnât you have put it more diplomatically? What if my mum sees it, or hears about it?â
âYour mum lives in Canterbury.â
âYours doesnât! Your parents live four streets away! And what about James, who works about two hundred metres fromâ¦â
âWhat about them?â Selena had sounded mystified. âIâm not scared of them seeing my ad.â
âBut theyâd be horrified, devastated. Theyâd never speak to us again!â
âYes, they would. If any of them sees it, Iâll just explain.â
âExplain what? What will you say?â
âThat ever since the kids were born weâve found their level of support disappointing, and we finally decided to take some action.â
âOh, thatâll really help! Thatâs bound to pacify them!â
âTom, pacifying our families is not my objective here,â sheâd said patiently,