tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023956444265128672.post478105525799611041..comments2024-03-28T00:47:44.556+08:00Comments on The Reading Life: A Tadge to Your Left - A Short Story by Janet H Swinney- 2019Mel uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08714473754458914681noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023956444265128672.post-53850943793111839662019-04-12T18:00:09.444+08:002019-04-12T18:00:09.444+08:00Rebecca Lloyd- this makes total,sense.thsnks for y...Rebecca Lloyd- this makes total,sense.thsnks for your helpMel uhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08714473754458914681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023956444265128672.post-42373494884041317952019-04-12T17:41:05.782+08:002019-04-12T17:41:05.782+08:00Hi Mel,
I was just reading Janet Swinney's sto...Hi Mel,<br />I was just reading Janet Swinney's story, 'A Tadge to your Left'and I read the story differently from your write up of it. I read it as a woman, Margaret, remembering her encounter with Mr Hooter in the lab and how eventually she becomes pregnant, [no bigger than a jellybean], and after the abortion is carried out, she can smell iodine. So when her husband, who is quite a lump of a man, returns home, having had a slight accident at work, and had his hand treated with iodine, Margaret doesn't want to 'make babies' with him, the smell of iodine having affected her. <br />Rebecca Lloyd.Rebecca Lloydhttp://www.beccalloyd.orgnoreply@blogger.com