prostitute and I was just raped while I was working, will you come help me out please, officer?â They wouldâve laughed and hung up on me.â
âBut itâs illegal.â
âItâs a workplace hazard, my friend.â
âThatâs the worst thing Iâve ever heard.â
âWell, thereâs more.â
I stared at her.
âThe guy who raped me also made me pregnant.â
I stared at her.
âIâm pregnant.â
I stared at her.
âIâm going to get an abortion tomorrow, and I want to you to come with me.â
I stared at her.
âTucker?â
I stared at her.
âWill you?â
âOkay.â
Abortion is when a doctor vacuums an unborn baby out of itsmom. Some people think abortion is murdering babies but how can you murder someone who isnât even technically born yet? When we lived in Red Deer, I passed the hospital on my way to school every day and there were always people marching out front with huge signs around their necks. They reminded me of the Playing Cards in Alice in Wonderland who try to paint all the white roses red before the Queen of Hearts notices. But instead of spades or diamonds, their cards said things like âAbortion Is Murder!â âGod Hates Abortionists!â and âAbortion Stops a Beating Heart.â And I never saw any of them painting roses or anything else. I was eight and didnât know what abortion meant at the time, so Gina explained it to me.
âSo is it right or wrong?â I asked her.
âAbortion?â
âYeah.â
She sighed, puffing out her lips. âI donât think thereâs really an answer to that one, cupcake,â she said. âItâs probably one of those things that people are never really going to agree on.â
âOh.â I didnât understand that. Was abortion like an impossible math question that mathematicians could work on solving for their whole lives and still never get the solution to? Like finding all the digits of pi? âWas I an abortion?â
âNo, honey, you were born.â
âOh. Because Scott Wilcox called me an abortion once.â
âWell, that was a really mean thing for him to say to you, and heâs not a good friend.â
âI know that.â
âOkay.â
âHeâs not even my friend.â
âThatâs good. He sounds mean.â
âHe is!â
âDid you call him a name back?â
âYes,â I said.
âWhat?â
âButt-munchkin.â
Gina tried not to laugh, but she wasnât doing a very good job of it. âTuckerââ
âWell, heâs really short!â
Then Gina cracked up and so did I.
When I got back to the group home after school that afternoon, I went upstairs to use the bathroom. Someone had tried to flush a paper towel and then laid a gigantic poop-log on top of it, and the toilet was overflowing and was about to flood the bathroom floor. I had to get out of there fast or else Iâd puke. I ran past the staffroom on my way outside and yelled, âBrian! The upstairs toilet exploded!â Then I went and peed behind a bush in the backyard.
After that I went to visit Gina. I had to tell her that I wouldnât be able to come during visiting hours tomorrow. But I hadnât told her about Meredith, and I couldnât tell her about Meredithâs abortion appointment because Meredith had made me swear on Ginaâs grave and my own grave that I would never tell another living soul about it for as long as I lived, cross my heart and hope to die. I donât know why I hadnât told Gina about Meredith yet, I just hadnât. If I didnât tell Gina about her, then Meredith was all mine. She was my secret friend that no one could say anything bad about and no one could take away. Maybe a part of me was scared that Gina wouldnât like me hanging around with a sixteen-year-old, maybe she would
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