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Show 305 "I'm not," he said. "I'm really like this." "Sure. And I'm just a happy homemaker in the suburbs who likes to mess around in the garden." "I am," he insisted. "I don't mean this is the only thing I am, I mean I've done a lot of other things too, but I'm not putting on an act. That doesn't necessarily mean I like i t . I just do i t . " He sat up straight. "People are always a l i t t l e more complicated than the surface shows," he said. "I don't know how complicated I am, but I know I get bored out of my skull being a happy homemaker in the suburbs." She was staring hetween her raised knees at a point halfway between herself and Lorin. Lorin felt unsettled. A confusion of roles had thrust itself on him. "Maybe I shouldn't ask," he said, "but were you ever planning to have - children? I mean that can give you a direction to take." "You're right. You shouldn't ask." "I'm sorry." "Anyway, i t ' s too late to worry about planning. I think I'm pregnant." "That i s n ' t necessarily a bad thing," he said uncertainly. "But no, I wasn't planning to, if you want to know," she said. "I think my damn diaphragm slipped, or I got i t in crooked or something." Casting for something to say, Lorin asked, "What does your husband think about it?" He didn't have a name to call him by either. "I haven't told him yet. I'm s t i l l not positive. He'll probably think he's Mr. Super Virile. He's the one that wanted them. I know he talks big about how you don't have to have children just because you're married, but I'd have been pregnant six times a year if it had been left up to him. You know what I feel like? I feel trapped." |
