Too Late Thursday, 15th July 2004 Belsize Park, London t was breakfast time in Belsize Park. "Well, it didn't happen this month, Dex,' Emma said sadly. "I'm sorry.' "Please don't worry about it, Em," Dexter said. "We'll go on trying "I'll be thirty-nine next April, Emma replied. "Soon it will be too late.' Dexter now wanted baby as much as she did. But it wasn't happening. They were both beginning to worry. It really doesn't matter," Emma told herself. "We're a happily married couple. That's the important thing. And Jasmine's here a lot She told herself this, but there was a hole in her life now. It made her sad and sometimes it made her cross with Dexter for no real reason. This morning she tried to be calm, but she was quickly upset by something in the newspaper. Dex, I don't understand students these days," she said. 'They don't care about anything, do they? When I was a student, we protested s about like this. She put the newspaper down in front of him and pointed at a Perhaps they're right not to protest," said Dexter w "We aren't all socialist feminist anti-fascists, are Some of us have other things to worry about.' And that started the argument. For ten minutes they were