
On days when Joseph works the night shift, before drifting off to sleep, Cherie turns off the overhead light in the bedroom and switches on the small nightlight, watching the faint yellow glow illuminate the ceiling and silhouettes of the objects in the room, invariably realising that life is truly short. Her friend forwarded her a math problem circulating online: If you want to have two children before the age of thirty, and the two children are spaced three years apart, working backwards, when will you get pregnant, when will you enjoy post-marriage life just the two of you, when will you get married, when will you start preparing for the wedding, when will you begin dating?
