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Show 3/7 "I know, " I repeated urgently, groaning. "But," he held up finger number three, "should there be anything, cramps, spotting, anything at all, like I told her, get her to the hospital immediately. Call me, but go directly to/the hospital. You understand?" I understood too damnedd much. Would he never leave? Would I have to push him down the stairs? But he was a busy man, he left, and still no one was ireund, no one had heard. I walked slowly back up the stairs and into the apartment and wondered which one of all the men in Ciiicago was the father. I couldn't help it, I felt terrible. Tne next day I went back to my usual routine. I fixed her breakfast and then went downtown. I left food for her, she got around all right. I got that damned grey coat from the cleaners but otherwise I did the minimum for her. She was still cool and now I was too; we were civil and polite and cold as hell. v6v<wA»-vj?ei!\»i>0&. When Ben and Amelia came over, Kite and I like an old married couple pretended everything was fine. We all laughed at Kite falling down the stairs, laughed harder at me skipping naked down after her, thinking sne was dead, laughed hardest at the spectators to the comedy -- near hysteria over Carrie. Then they left and once more we were coldly polite with one another. I said I had a line on another place to live and she said good, when she got back to work she would start looking for a new roommate. "Won't you need the extra room? In seven or eight months anyhow?" Her face turned to stone, dead wnite. "Doc Bernstein told me all about how Mother Nature protects the little one. Too bad she does." "Yes, isn't it." "So you got yourself knocked up?" I had waited three days to say that. "I guess so. Careless of me." Why was I so numb inside? Hadn't I known all along that she approached life like an alley cat? "Are you tfjust gonna have it?" |
