By Renate Dorrestein
Mein sexwütiger Sohn, meine pubertierende Tochter, meine pflegebedürftige Mutter – und ich
Heleen, eine Frau Ende vierzig, mit einem liebevollen Mann, zwei heranwachsenden Kindern und einer intestine gehenden Gärtnerei, nennt sich selbst eine Bridget Jones für Fortgeschrittene. Sie sorgt sich um ihren 17-jährigen Sohn typhoon, der gerade erste sexuelle Erfahrungen macht und versucht, ihre 13-jährige Tochter Lizzy noch ein wenig vor den Unwegsamkeiten des Lebens zu schützen. Gleichzeitig hadert sie mit sich selbst, weil sie keine Lust mehr auf intercourse hat. Die wirkliche Herausforderung kündigt sich allerdings an, als ihr an einem Novemberabend mitgeteilt wird, dass ihre Mutter einen Gehirnschlag erlitten hat …
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Who are you, goodman? " "We're the volunteers," one of the others said. " The leader had turned away. " His key squealed in the lock, and the gate creaked back. Before anyone could stop him Eata darted through. Someone cursed, and the leader and two others sprinted after Eata, but he was too fleet for them. We saw his tow-colored hair and patched shirt zigzag among the sunken graves of paupers, then disappear in the thicket of statuary higher up. Drotte tried to pursue him, but two men grabbed his arms.
And so," as Roche explained, "we have all these new clients. And more to come . . dozens, maybe hundreds. " He waved a freckled hand to show that he at least was ready to do whatever might be necessary. " I asked. "The Autarch? Here in the Citadel? " "Of course not. If he ever came, you'd know it, wouldn't you? There'd be parades and inspections and all kinds of goings-on. There's a suite for him there but the door hasn't been opened in a hundred years. " Roche grew defensive. "You can't say where it is because there's nothing there except the House Absolute itself.