She shook her head. “In spite of,” she said. “You know.”
I didn’t know, and it didn’t seem fair that she expected me to know, and I said so. And after a great deal of throat clearing and stammering, when she finally told me, I found that I lost the power of speech just as she had, and the only thing I could manage to say was the punch line of a very old joke that I knew was not the right thing to say, but I could not stop it and it came out anyway, and as if from a great distance, I heard Dexter’s voice calling out:
You’re going to have a WHAT?!