Sandy

Do you remember that young guy called Sandy, the lad who was always predicting the future? Joe said he died a couple of days ago. The guys were joking, he didn’t predict that. The guys would be wrong then. What do you mean? I met Sandy a couple of months ago when I was visiting Mum. The guys did mention he spent a lot of time up at the graveyard, but I don’t quite get what you mean, did he say something to you? Yes, he told me a lot of things. Did he, Casey, what sort of things? Things, like you had an affair when you found out I couldn't have children. I was hoping you would never find that out, I regretted it. I know you did, Sandy told me that too. Was that why he was talking to you? No, he stopped to congratulate me on my pregnancy. Oh god, Casey, that must have been awful. It was a bit weird, but even weirder when he told me about the procedure the doctors would do whilst the baby was still in my womb. God, that must have freaked you out, no wonder they said he was nuts. He also told me that Mum did leave me money, it was in shares, and I’ve not to sell them till next year. The company is being taken over, and the shares will double in price. You don’t believe all that nonsense, do you? I didn’t till two days ago, the day he told me he would die. What, so he killed himself then? No, he had an underlying health problem the doctors told him didn’t exist. I spoke to his mum yesterday, and she confirmed it. Jesus, that is tough. It is tough, but you haven’t asked me the question yet. I want to ask you the question, I just don’t know if I have the right to. When I heard Sandy had died, I went out and bought a pregnancy test. Did you do the test? I did. God, you know I’m not good at this, Casey, give me a hint. You should paint the spare room pink. What, we’re having a baby. Hold on, we’re having a girl, does the pregnancy test tell you that too? No dopey. Okay, I bow to the superior being. Did Sandy say what we should do next? Well, I’m going to the doctor in the afternoon, would you like to come with me? You’re damn tooting I’m coming, I’m not letting you out of my sight. I’m also thinking, maybe. That would be a nice gesture. I haven’t said anything, Casey. Sandy would be a lovely name for our little girl.