She was eighteen. She's now thirty-two. In all that time she never loved another man. People are always bowled over with the concept of love at first sight and the idea of such constancy. Faces tend to fall when she mentions that at the time Hugh was seeing a friend of theirs, whom he subsequently married and had two children with.
When his marriage breaks down Hugh finally moves in with George. It's like a dream come true, until she accidentally falls pregnant and starts to wonder about the man who she's devoted her life to getting. Are Hugh's late nights 'at the office' legitimate? Why can't he remember his children's birthdays?
After fourteen years of seeing life through a Hugh-tinted filter George is beginning to think that there's more to being a woman than kitten heels and expensive haircuts, and more to love than erotic sex in exotic locations.
Could it be that pregnancy – morning sickness, mood swings and weight gain – means that she's finally becoming her own woman?
