“Stop being so impulsive!” he yelled at me with some urgency.
I clicked open my shoulder bag and reached far inside, preparing myself for a big fight.
“You’re always like this!” he tells me, “Always acting out, not caring about other people!”
He’s right, I think, he knows me well.
I straighten my skirt and smooth my hair. Taking a deep breath I push open the door.
His elderly mother stands there, looking confused. She doesn’t expect us.
“I’m pregnant!” I tell her.
“But it’s not your son’s, so I just wanted to return this book of yours.”
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