know, sexually active.â
âItâs not like we did it a lot,â November tried to explain.
Her mother looked as if she had been slapped. âItâs like I donât even know you!â
November wanted to sink through the floor. âIâm so sorry, Mommy.â
Mrs. Nelson had returned to the table. She put seven spoons of sugar in her coffee before she noticed what she was doing. âGo on,â she said, trying, it seemed to November, to sound a little more encouraging.
âIâm scared, Mom. I didnât mean for any of this to happen. Me and Josh just got carried awayâitâs amazing how easily it happened.â November put her head in her hands.
âYou didnât use any kind of, uh, you know, protection?â
âWe never even thought about it.â
âHow dumb can you be?â her mother almost screamed.
âThereâs a big difference between those movies they show at school in health class and the real deal,â November told her. âYou donât even think about thinking, you know what Iâm saying?â
âNot really. Youâre an intelligent girl. Where was your brain?â
November shrugged. âStuff just happens. By the time your brain comes back, itâs over.â
âI should have warned you better. Watched you better.â Her mother stirred the coffee. âItâs my fault.â
âItâs not your fault, Mom. I did this, not you.â
âYes, I guess you did.â Her mother sighed and gave the coffee another furious stir. Then she looked up sharply. âOh, my Lord!â she said with dismay.
âWhat?â November couldnât imagine anything worse coming from this conversation. She was wrong.
âThe Cornell program,â her mother said, her voice thick. âThereâs no sense in going now. This was your stepping stone to get into one of the best schools in the country next year. There goes that dream.â She gave November a hard stare.
âWhat am I gonna do, Mom?â November asked quietly.
Her mother didnât answer right away. She blew her nose and finally took a sip of her coffee. âGood Lord!â she said. âThatâs the worst coffee Iâve ever had in my life!â She got up and poured it down the sink. Then she said, looking directly at November, âIâve got to be straight with you, honey. Iâm real disappointed, and Iâm so angry I could bite something.â
âPlease donât be mad at me,â November said again.
Her mother rinsed out her coffee cup and said in a measured tone, âIâm not mad at you, November, just at the mess youâve gotten yourself into. This is certainly not what I pictured for your future. Youâre so young, and youâve got so much potential. What a damn waste.â She wiped away another tear.
âIâm so scared.â
âItâs going to take a while to absorb all this. Weâve been through a lot together, me and you. I donât know how, but weâll get through this.â She looked at her daughter. âOh, my Lord, I wish we didnât have to.â
November ran to her motherâs open arms.
CHAPTER 10
SATURDAY, APRIL 24
LATER THAT NIGHT, AFTER HER MOTHER had gone to bed, November was suddenly, unexpectedly famished. She got up and fixed herself a grilled cheese sandwich and a glass of milk. Then she took one of the vitamins the doctor had given her. âItâs like swallowing a watermelon,â she grumbled as she managed to choke it down.
She took out another vitamin capsule and stared at its enormous size. Good grief! Why donât they just make them half the size and have us take two? she thought. Instead I gotta gag on this horse pill every day.
As she ate her sandwich, she couldnât stop thinking about her mother. She was glad she no longer had to carry the secret alone, but it had truly cut her heart to see how
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