Chapter 2

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The next person to bustle into my room was a small gray-haired woman with a rather large butt. "Come on Beth! Get that lazy ass out of bed and come help me fold this damn laundry!" "Hi, mom." Just like her to immediately start cussing. Couldn't even get a hello. I hauled my bloated body off of the thin mattress and waddled over to the tiny woman. And I mean tiny. Standing next to me, 5' 6", she was a good 7 inches shorter. "Why did you split up with that fine-ass man in the first place, Bethie? He was a good hard worker," I watch as my mother expertly folds a blouse into a pile and place it on the bed, "Just like your father." I don't answer her question and instead sit down to rest my feet. After a good 30 minutes of my mom's nagging, Dr Yale comes to save me. "Excuse me, but both of you need to come with me." My mom and I follow the doctor out of the room and down the hall, walking slowly because of my enlarged form. We enter a room with a long mahogany desk in the center, and for the first time I wonder why we're here. There are two men and one woman dressed in black clothing seated at the table, and we sit down across from them. "Hello," the larger man says, "We're officer Gravel, Farley, and Quince." The woman begins to speak, "Mrs Jonas, we know about the incredibly hard choice you must make, and we want you to know that as long as you're getting medical treatment from the hospital you're fully committed to making that decision when the time comes." I nod. The last officer speaks, "We've been informed that you were brought here when you developed a fever during the first month of pregnancy?" "Yes," Dr Yale cuts in, "we weren't concerned until her temperature didn't go down for two weeks and instead began to rise. Now she's made a full recovery and we're letting her go back home tomorrow night if all goes well." I was still confused as to why we had been taken to the room, but I was informed it was simply for the matter of privacy. Dr Yale and my mom left me to sleep, but it was a long time before I got any rest. My mind was still racing with the baby, the baby, the baby... the baby..........the baby ..................the baby....

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