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doctor to come in, and tell her what she already knew he was going to tell her. The door to the examination room opened and Dr. Cohen entered, carrying a folder, and a bottle of pills.
    “Miss O’Connor, my suspicions were correct. You are approximately two months pregnant. Congratulations” Dr. Cohen again reached out to shake Vivie’s hand.
    Congratulations? Holy hell - congratulations is not exactly the word that came to Vivie’s mind.
    “Thank you, doctor.”
    “I have a bottle of vitamins I want you to start taking right away. You can, of course come back here for your check ups. I can see you throughout your pregnancy if you like.”
    “That would be fine, doctor.”
    Dr. Cohen stood to his feet and helped Vivie to hers.
    “If you have any questions, please feel free to call the clinic. The nurse has a packet of information we give to new expectant mothers. It will tell you what you can expect in the months to come. Again; congratulations and good luck.”
    Vivie stopped at the desk and picked up the information from the nurse. As she left the clinic and started walking back to Michael’s apartment, her mind searched for the words to tell Michael that she was going to have a baby. Not just a baby, but Tommy Flannery’s baby, the baby of the devil himself. She was carrying the demon seed. What had she done to deserve this? As Vivie passed by St. Andrew’s, Church she decided now was good a time as any for confession. As she opened the doors to the church, she looked around for the confessional.   Opening the door, she knelt down and the priest slid opens the window.
    “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It’s been two months since my last confession……”
    As Michael approached Joseph’s office, he was trying to wrap his mind around where he would start explaining his actions. Joseph was a powerful man. Michael new Joseph had a fondness for him; he also knew that business was Joseph’s top priority. If he thought Michael had jeopardized his security in any way…a chill ran down Michael’s back, he knew very well the magnitude of Joseph’s wrath.
    “Come in, Lucky, have a seat. Let’s talk.”
    Michael sat down on the big leather couch across from Joseph’s desk.
    “You want a drink, a cigar?”
    “No, thank you, Joseph.”
    “Lucky, I may be wrong, but I have a feeling, the last time we talked, you were not telling me the whole story about you and this girl. Am I wrong?”
    “No, no, you’re not. I wanted to tell you, Joseph, I thought about telling you, but then thought better of it.”
    “Why is that, Lucky? Have I ever given you any reason to withhold information from me? When people withhold information from me, Lucky, it makes me feel like they are lying to me. I do not like it when people lie to me. You know that, better than anybody.”
    “I haven’t lied to you about anything, Joseph; I just haven’t told you everything.”
    “There’s a difference?”
    “In this case, yes, there is a difference.”
    “Okay, Lucky, enlighten me, tell me the difference between lying to me, and, not telling me everything.”
    Joseph leaned back in his chair, puffing on his cigar, feet propped up on his desk.
    “Joseph, had you seen Vivian, the night after those animals attacked her, you would understand. I knew this girl, hell, you saw her; you saw how beautiful she was. That night, Joseph, when I found her, had it not been for her beautiful red hair, I would not have known it was her. I wanted to take her to the hospital. She begged me not to take her. I then told her I would take her home to her parent’s home and she begged me not to take her home, she said it would kill them to know what had happened to her. She asked me to take her home with me, Joseph, just for a few days, just long enough for her to get better. What was I to do, Joseph?”
    “Go on, Lucky. I know there’s more to the story.”
    “After a few days, when she started to feel like her old self we talked about her