I was, actually. I had just sat down with my newspaper. I had planned my day meticulously. Starting with the crossword. But I said, “For you, darling, I am never busy.”
“I have something to tell you.”
I immediately thought this will have something to do with the new boyfriend. The unemployed boyfriend. I had met him once. A student. History. What sort of job do you get with that? Probably wants money to go to the cinema.
“What is it, love? How can I help?”
“I’m pregnant.”
