A Hard Time to Be a Father
Fay Weldon
‘Sparkling, sharply observing, insights delivered with a light touch that puts us in a good mood, however dark the comedy’ SpectatorHere are nineteen glittery new tales about the way we live now, as lovers, partners, children, parents. Or alone.Stories of passion, desire, and necessary restraint;of the near future, the recent past;of old habits, new technology;of won’t-be mothers and would-be fathers;of houses, ancient and modern.Stories, in fact, to enlighten us to the true and timeless nature of the human condition in this the new age of self-knowledge.
FAY WELDON
A Hard Time To Be a Father
A collection of short stories
Contents
Cover (#u1b7e2c23-3966-54aa-a022-e19b90169c35)
Title Page (#u853161c3-dab7-5a36-aa3d-0993fcb9351c)
Skipping Rhyme (#ue627b5da-2e32-5c84-87e5-b284e93f2b40)
Out of the Past (#ufb518eb4-0d52-54d4-80f1-4c2826bfdfad)
The Ghost of Potlatch Past (#u46993794-f066-58cb-a4b3-6611335b26df)
Once in Love in Oslo (#ubc1622c6-5850-55a3-a397-993db1fc96c5)
Come on, Everyone! (#u90e55018-33e4-5d4f-bfb2-78766649a43e)
Into the Future (#u20594e72-2454-5e93-bd6e-97c3e7cbc734)
Web Central (#uef895009-b226-50e8-a382-6c574e7047b8)
GUP – or Falling in Love in Helsinki (#u1344f86b-17fc-5f92-8405-fb5db2fc587c)
Not Even a Blood Relation (#u31db5fdc-95cb-5b1b-bd33-ebdbaee72936)
Moving On (#litres_trial_promo)
Move Out: Move On (#litres_trial_promo)
New Year’s Day (#litres_trial_promo)
Inspector Remorse (#litres_trial_promo)
Mother Speaking (#litres_trial_promo)
My Mother Said (#litres_trial_promo)
A Libation of Blood (#litres_trial_promo)
Knock-Knock (#litres_trial_promo)
Other Places, Other Genders (#litres_trial_promo)
Spirits Fly South (#litres_trial_promo)
Stasi (#litres_trial_promo)
Heat Haze (#litres_trial_promo)
A Great Antipodean Scandal (#litres_trial_promo)
Hospital (#litres_trial_promo)
New Advances (#litres_trial_promo)
Noisy into the Night (#litres_trial_promo)
A Hard Time to be a Father (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
By the same author (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Skipping Rhyme (#ulink_5701b125-3657-5d7a-86bd-718b13fff839)
My mother said
I never should
Play with the gypsies
In the wood
If I did she would say
You’re a naughty little girl
To disobey
Your hair won’t curl
Your boots won’t shine
You’re a naughty little girl
And you shan’t be mine!