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Show 3/? "That's my business." "A lot of carelessnesses get cleaned up with an abortion. Maybe the guy will help pay for it." "I doubt it." "Pressure him. Do I know him;" "I don't think you do." "I could make some guesses." "Please d o n ' t ." "You don't sound too enthused about him." "Turnsd out he's a son of a bitch." "You didn't know that before you hopped in the sack with him?" "Life is complicated.>* Jhessy. "Round heels don't make it any simpler." I'd waitdd three days to say that too. Rehearsals were going terribly for me, life was a mess. And she had turned white with fury: "You bastard! Youd superior son of a bitch! Yean, the guy was a big mistake but who in the hell are you to judge me :''' I shrugged. "Sorry. But it's your mess, not mine." "Of course, put it all off on me. Anything for your smooth little life." "Right. How do you think I'll feel when you start to swell and Carrie starts asking questions?" "There won't be any swelling. I've already decided on an abortion." "Good. I was hoping you'd have the sense. Do you know somebody?" "I'll find somebody. I've had one before -- when I was in Seattle with Mark." "Was he the father?" "Of course. We'd been married a year." That wasn't what I meant, but I let it go. "He didn't want any kids to mess up his neat little artistic life. Or to keep me from working." |