The Other Half Of Me
Prologue: Then The labour had been long and difficult. The exhausted nineteen year old young woman lay on her back, sucking in large gasps of breath as she recovered from giving birth to the two blanket-wrapped tiny squalling bundles sharing the single bassinette at the side of the sweat-soaked single bed. Pacing anxiously, smoking smelly cheap hand-rolled cigarettes one after the other, a man of thirty years, husband of the young girl on the bed and father to her new-born infants, willed...