by Shelagh Delaney
Geoffrey: "Do you still love him?"
Jo: "I don't know. He was only a dream I had. You know, he could sing and he was so tender. Every Christmas my mother used to go off with some boyfriend or other and leave me all on my own in some sordid digs, but last Christmas I had him."
Geoffrey: "Oh well, the dream's gone, but the baby's real enough."
BBC Manchester
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