Save The Last Dance For Me

As she opened her eyes, she looked up at the single flickering dim light bulb; she could smell the dampness in the air and see the marks on the walls where the wallpaper had peeled off. At first it had all been a dream, but then the realisation set in: she had gone into labour; she was giving birth.
Leif was brought up in a working-class two-up, two-down terraced house in Hull. Having served his ap...