Michael
"I'm pregnant."
Charlotte's mother chews at a lip as Beth holds her hand. "I... I thought I couldn't... I thought I was too old. I'm forty-eight for God's sake... When Larry was here, I didn't... I mean... we didn't..." She splutters to a halt and sits staring at her fingertips, picking at one thumbnail with the other. "You must think I'm stupid, letting something like this happen..." She slants eyes toward Charlotte... "... Again."
"I see." I glance over towards James, still framed in the doorway, now gazing up at the ceiling, grimacing as he rubs the back of his neck.
"Interesting news, James," I say, twisting in my seat to face him. Out of Mitch's line-of-sight, I eye-point her, waving palms downwards...
Cool it...
Moving as though the earth might just cave in under me, I
