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Board Book
First published July 1, 1995
The operation, they told her, had saved her. But she had lost four of her ribs, cracked open by a giant pair of shears...Without her ribs Irene felt as if part of her protection against the world had been removed.
Irene knew the moment she saw Stanley Godwin that he was watching someone beloved die. Healthy people keeping vigil seemed to take on the symptoms of the disease.
Inwardly he was quaking. He could comprehend the impending loss; what he couldn't imagine was his life afterwards. A middle-aged man about to be granted unwanted freedom.
This was her offspring, hers alone, the child of her illness, Irene's first loss. And she was still out there. Not dead, simply lost. In a hospital ward somewhere, unclaimed, waiting for her mother. This time Irene determined she would tell no one, not even Stanley. She would seek out the child who was rightfully hers, the fruit of Eve's ribs.
It didn't stop Mel wondering, however, how his father had managed the extraordinary trick of disappearing into thin air. He had become invisible by simply walking out of his life. Ten years after the event, as he nursed his fourth drink of the night, Mel finally understood how easy it must have been. It was not, as he had always thought, a daring but calculated move; it was a matter of impulse and extreme selfishness.