ago? How could you keep this a secret. Grace? Don't
you realize what you have done? Can you imagine the
gossip, the disgrace? We'll be the laughingstock of the
whole strip. They'll never stop talking about us now." "I'm sorry, Mommy."
"Why didn't you tell me?" she screamed. "I was afraid. I was afraid you would blame
me," I wailed.
"Blame you? But..." She looked at me in a
different way. "Those times, those many, many times
you were alone with him, out on the sailboat, out
there, or those trips you two would take, all of that,
did he do anything then? Did you let him. Grace?" she
asked.
I shook my head. "I don't think so. Mommy." "You don't think so? You don't think you let
him? What does that mean?"
"He said I always flirted with him, but I didn't. I
didn't mean to." I moaned.
She pulled her head back and looked at me
again, her eyes revealing a mixture of doubt and
belief,
"He would say that" she concluded. "He will
say that. Of course. He'll tell everyone you seduced
him and not vice versa, if we let this be known." She sank into her chair. thinking. "We can't get
anyone to give you an abortion this late without
chancing an even bigger scandal. What can we do?
What can we do?"
I sat across from her again, and she looked at
me for the longest time without speaking. I wiped
away my tears and waited,
"Who else knows about this, Grace? Have you
told Dr. Anderson, for example? Not that it should