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    Like never, ever. Now, she had been at our house for three days. Yet, Michelle said nothing, but whenever they were in the house at the same time, Michelle would watch Grandma like a hawk. This time she was so relaxed. She even offered to help her in the kitchen, which Grandma had allowed after Dad begged Grandma to give his new wife a chance.
    Grandma had nodded and said to me, “Your Dad was never good at picking out girlfriends.”
    I wondered what she’d meant by that, but as I started telling everyone about my pregnancy, I had a feeling that I was about to find out.
    “Your not back with Noah are you?” Michelle spat out, as she dropped her napkin on the table and was just about to walk out of the room. The nice, considerate Michelle that I had been witnessing was long gone.
    “Sit down and let her speak.” Grandma commanded. Michelle looked at Dad and he agreed with grandma. “Wait.” He tugged Michelle’s arm.
    That was when she sat down as if she was a mouse. The dramatic one that appeared a moment ago was lost as she said, “Okay.”
    I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Dad said, “Please, Ava, just spit it out, you’re scaring me.” His hands were firmly resting on the table as he stared at me, and I was sitting opposite him at the dinner table like I always did.
    I’d practiced a thousand times in front of the mirror, but there was no way it could be done any better then this.
    “I’m pregnant.”
    No one moved.
    No one said anything.
    Until Michelle laughed and said, “Well, I hope Keith’s going to support you.” And she smiled, at the relief that the news had nothing to do with Noah. But she was completely mistaken.
    Grandma was the one who was smiling at the end of the table. “Why should another man support another man’s baby?”
    That was when the penny dropped. She realized at that moment who the father was. Dad sat facing me, unable to speak, just not saying a word.
    In the cream room with matching carpets, the oak table started to rumble. The wine glasses and plates that were on them were slowly crashing to the floor as Michelle attempted to turn it over. She didn’t have enough strength to make a complete mess, but she made a good enough one for my grandma to get angry.
    “You stupid bitch! I knew that this was going to happen! You just couldn’t help yourself.” After she discovered that she couldn’t turn over the table, she was stretched across it breaking the plates, trying to maybe break my neck too.
    “Robert, do something!” Grandma shouted at Dad. He couldn’t. He just sat there as if he was on a different planet. I hated him for that. Grandma grabbed my arm and shouted, “Stay away from her.”
    Michelle was chasing after me and screamed, “What you gonna do about it old lady?” That was the wrong question to ask, as the former champion of shot-put gave Michelle a right hook. One that she would never forget, as her back gave way and she dropped to the floor.
    “Let’s get the hell out of here before I end up punching Robert too.”
    I turned for a moment to see if he had moved. He hadn’t, so I let go of Grandma’s arm and went back to see him. I whispered, “Dad.”
    Michelle was on the floor, screaming like a crazy person about how all her dreams and hopes were dead. The only thing he said was, “Stay with Grandma. I’ll sort this mess out.” I nodded and went to my room and got my bags, which were already packed. I’d planned to stay at least till the weekend to see the girls, because I’d wanted to say bye to them too. But, Michelle made that impossible. I didn’t know what Dad meant by ‘the mess’, but Grandma said that she could only pray that her son had finally come to his senses - and that meant seeing the back of Michelle.
     
     
     

 
     
    Chapter Twenty
     
     
    It was funny, because the whole time I’d been desperate to get out to Minnesota and spend it with Grandma. Find out how many weeks far gone I was, and just get