“Oh Peter, I don’t think I’ll ever try anything like that again.”
“Good. You’re all I need. Really. More than I deserve.”
“Oh Peter…”
“It’s true. Now, are you feeling better?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
“Do you still feel like a weirdo?”
She thought about it. “Well, kind of…but I don’t mind it so much.”
“Well, that’s better, I guess. Y’know, I’ve thought about this, some.” He paused, searching for the right words. “It’s true that we do some things that aren’t the same as what everybody else does.But that doesn’t mean that everything else about us is different, does it?”
“Nooo…” said Jane, thoughtfully. Peter’s arm hung loosely around Jane’s waist, his hand still pressed to her stomach, held there by both of Jane’s. “You’re welcome to stay for dinner, Peter,” said Jane’s mother, “but Jane’s father is due any second and it would be better if you were downstairs when he gets here.”
Dinner went well, despite Peter’s initial nervousness at meeting her father.
Jane had been no less anxious. But Jane’s father seemed to accept Peter’s presence as just one more of the changes his
