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said. “Tell that no-good man of yours I’m not
amused that he didn’t tell me about this.”
“ I’ll
pass on the message. Vegas huh? Sounds fun.”
“ Hmmm,
it's okay. They don’t care about what sex I am over here as
long as I pull my weight in the shows.”
“ And
you’re fine with that?” Frances asked not really knowing
what to say but not wanting to lose a friend if that was what
Kareemshe was.
“ Yeah.
I have a holiday coming up in the next two weeks. Maybe I’ll
come out there,” she/he said.
“ That’s
cool. Will you er, stay with us? I’m pretty sure we have enough
space.”
Kareemshe
laughed, “I guess you really do have amnesia. I’ll see
you next week and we can catch up.”
“ Okay…bye,”
Frances said and waited for Kareemshe’s reply before she hung
up.
She
glared at Allen. “Do I have any other friends you neglected to
inform of my condition?”
Allen
shrugged. “I was distracted,” he said simply. There was
something in his eyes though, when he said it; as if he’d been
in far much more distress than he was letting on. This situation was
so complicated and now there was a baby.
“ Are
we ever going to talk about the baby?” she asked.
“ It
takes nine months to grow one, right? We have time.”
Frances
lifted her brow, “That is assuming we aren’t getting rid
of it.”
Allen
leaned forward on the table, “Do you want to get rid of it?”
Frances
thought about it seriously, vague memories of her mother leaving her
alone to fend for herself when she could barely understand what that
meant, and her vow, made silently but no less resolutely, that a
child of hers would never go through that. She looked at Allen with his thousand dollar watch
and his entitled attitude; would he let his child rot on the street?
Somehow she didn’t think so. She knew she wouldn’t let her child fall by the wayside like that.
“ I
don’t think I do,” she said at last.
“ Well
then, I guess we do have nine months to decide where to go from
here.”
“ Just
one question, if we were fighting so much, when did we have the time
to have unprotected sex?” she asked.
Allen
smiled, “Make up sex is the best kind.”
*****
It had
been a Tuesday, Allen remembered clearly because he’d had a
full day at the office and he was tired as shit. Mondays were his day
off…the weekends were technically not work days but there was
always some work-related soiree, benefit, golf tournament, or other
event that he had to attend that he pretty much thought of weekends
as socializing work days. But Mondays…Mondays were just for
him. He stayed home, he hassled Frances so she had to stop whatever
she was doing and goof around with him, he cooked for them, they
watched movies or stayed in bed all afternoon…it was usually
wonderful.
That
Monday though, Frances had been busy; some book thing that had been
suddenly rescheduled from the weekend. So Allen had been…out
of sorts. The negativity in the house had spilled over into Tuesday
and when he had come home, he’d found Frances in the kitchen,
arms crossed, ready for battle.
“ How
long am I going to be on double secret probation?” she’d
asked glaring at him.
“ I
don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said
crossing over to the wine bar to pour himself a whiskey. He was too
sober for this conversation.
“ I’m
talking about the fact that you sulk every time I go out for some
book function and I just want to know if that’s a permanent
situation or something you plan to get over some time soon.”
Allen
poured a second glass of whiskey and kept silent.
“ What?
You stonewalling me now Al? Me?” Frances demanded.
“ I’m
not stonewalling anyone Frannie Fran, I’m drinking my whiskey
and avoiding an argument.”
“ You’d
do better to avoid an argument by not sulking in the first place,”
Frances bit out.
Allen
turned around suddenly, slamming his glass down on the counter so the
liquid jumped and spilled.
amused that he didn’t tell me about this.”
“ I’ll
pass on the message. Vegas huh? Sounds fun.”
“ Hmmm,
it's okay. They don’t care about what sex I am over here as
long as I pull my weight in the shows.”
“ And
you’re fine with that?” Frances asked not really knowing
what to say but not wanting to lose a friend if that was what
Kareemshe was.
“ Yeah.
I have a holiday coming up in the next two weeks. Maybe I’ll
come out there,” she/he said.
“ That’s
cool. Will you er, stay with us? I’m pretty sure we have enough
space.”
Kareemshe
laughed, “I guess you really do have amnesia. I’ll see
you next week and we can catch up.”
“ Okay…bye,”
Frances said and waited for Kareemshe’s reply before she hung
up.
She
glared at Allen. “Do I have any other friends you neglected to
inform of my condition?”
Allen
shrugged. “I was distracted,” he said simply. There was
something in his eyes though, when he said it; as if he’d been
in far much more distress than he was letting on. This situation was
so complicated and now there was a baby.
“ Are
we ever going to talk about the baby?” she asked.
“ It
takes nine months to grow one, right? We have time.”
Frances
lifted her brow, “That is assuming we aren’t getting rid
of it.”
Allen
leaned forward on the table, “Do you want to get rid of it?”
Frances
thought about it seriously, vague memories of her mother leaving her
alone to fend for herself when she could barely understand what that
meant, and her vow, made silently but no less resolutely, that a
child of hers would never go through that. She looked at Allen with his thousand dollar watch
and his entitled attitude; would he let his child rot on the street?
Somehow she didn’t think so. She knew she wouldn’t let her child fall by the wayside like that.
“ I
don’t think I do,” she said at last.
“ Well
then, I guess we do have nine months to decide where to go from
here.”
“ Just
one question, if we were fighting so much, when did we have the time
to have unprotected sex?” she asked.
Allen
smiled, “Make up sex is the best kind.”
*****
It had
been a Tuesday, Allen remembered clearly because he’d had a
full day at the office and he was tired as shit. Mondays were his day
off…the weekends were technically not work days but there was
always some work-related soiree, benefit, golf tournament, or other
event that he had to attend that he pretty much thought of weekends
as socializing work days. But Mondays…Mondays were just for
him. He stayed home, he hassled Frances so she had to stop whatever
she was doing and goof around with him, he cooked for them, they
watched movies or stayed in bed all afternoon…it was usually
wonderful.
That
Monday though, Frances had been busy; some book thing that had been
suddenly rescheduled from the weekend. So Allen had been…out
of sorts. The negativity in the house had spilled over into Tuesday
and when he had come home, he’d found Frances in the kitchen,
arms crossed, ready for battle.
“ How
long am I going to be on double secret probation?” she’d
asked glaring at him.
“ I
don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said
crossing over to the wine bar to pour himself a whiskey. He was too
sober for this conversation.
“ I’m
talking about the fact that you sulk every time I go out for some
book function and I just want to know if that’s a permanent
situation or something you plan to get over some time soon.”
Allen
poured a second glass of whiskey and kept silent.
“ What?
You stonewalling me now Al? Me?” Frances demanded.
“ I’m
not stonewalling anyone Frannie Fran, I’m drinking my whiskey
and avoiding an argument.”
“ You’d
do better to avoid an argument by not sulking in the first place,”
Frances bit out.
Allen
turned around suddenly, slamming his glass down on the counter so the
liquid jumped and spilled.
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