“Hell no!,” we laughed together as that seemed both crazy to both of us. I shouldn’t have told you but I just had to tell someone.”
“Of course, to my grave,” I muttered as seriously and silently as possible. I ran. She seemed cheerful to talk about it, “Only a month or so,” she smiled and touched her still flat stomach as if she could already feel the microscopic being already growing insider her. Or Mrs. Pressman said as he touched my arm and I froze in shock and fear of the man so much bigger than myself. “If you became pregnant with their baby they would try and keep it or fight for custody,” his fingers now trailed on my chin and across my chest. Pressman and accepted! I saw Becky come out to the field and after talking to the other cheerleaders she left them to sit on the bleachers as I was.
