Well, yeah, we’re hangin’ out pretty steady.
In fact—you won’t believe this—
I’m going to be a daddy next summer.
Oh, yeah, I believed it all right.
Apparently, though Lince still lacked
feeling in one arm, other parts felt plenty.
So much for Giselle. So much for summer visits.
I muttered congratulations and hung up
without sharing my own “good news.”
I Thought About Calling Leigh
but figured she’d tell Mom, “for my own good.”
I called Robyn instead.
“So I’ve got this friend who just
found out she’s pregnant …”
Total bummer. How far gone are
y—I mean … is she?
“Six weeks. She’s too scared
to tell her parents….”
No doubt. What about the father?
Does he know?
“No. And she’s not going to
tell him. He’s a real a-hole.”
No help from the father, no help
from her parents? Only one answer.
“You mean abortion. What
about adoption?”
Let me tell you a little story about
what happened to a friend of mine….
Seems Robyn’s friend chose adoption,
then saw her baby and changed her mind.