Positively Mine

When she sees me she mouths, “

sometimes people ask me a million questions about the accident, and then I want to crawl into a hole.

I’m going to take off.”

peer at the cup for a second, wondering if there is a way to refuse, but if I don’t take it, he might get suspicious. “Thanks.”
He clinks it. “Bottoms up.” Then he takes a huge swig out of the pitcher he’s holding.

“We recommend first considering what you want to do. If you decide to continue with the pregnancy, then we can do another ultrasound. You can listen to the heartbeat. We’ll even print up a picture if you like. But first you need to decide.”

She pushes the door open all the way, puts my chart on a side table, and then wheels a cart in holding what looks like a small computer monitor. I check my sheet to make sure I’m not flashing anyone in the hallway.

I also have a positive pregnancy test –

I take a deep breath as I chain my bicycle to a nearby rack.

Everyone warned me about Colman College. The workload is heavy. The professors don’t mess around.