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coming right up,” Max said.
    He walked off to find
the nearest sandwich shop, heart beating at a rate that could not be
accounted for by the walking. If it was true indeed that Christine
was…with child…
    Max cut off the thought
before it could permeate his entire being and leave him shaking with
how much he wanted it to be true. Still he found himself planning to
stock his pantry with cucumber and water melon and other stink free
vegetables.
    *****
    “ You’re
pregnant,” Dr. Mulholland said as if she didn’t already
know. On the seat next to her, Max slumped back as if in relief.
Christine spared him a glance but her head was reeling with
confusion. She could not really process anything.
    “ Well…what
now?” she asked.
    “ Now…we
dance,” Max grinned.
    *****
    Christine was waiting
when her grandmother got home that night, sitting in the kitchen
alcove, a glass of milk at her elbow.
    “ You
heard?” she asked.
    “ That
I am to be a great grandmother? Yes,” Martha said.
    “ Do
you have any thoughts, feelings, reactions about it? Share with the
class,” Christine said.
    Martha
smiled. “Leave that aside for a moment; tell me how you feel.”
    “ Me?
I feel…confused, uncertain.”
    “ But
you knew this was a likely outcome when you had the doctor’s
appointment two weeks ago right?”
    Christine shrugged. “I
thought it would take more time than just once, in spite of your
endless lectures,” she said with a smile.
    “ Well
I am proved right yet again. So what now?” Martha asked.
    “ We
haven’t even signed the contract yet,” Christine said in
a shaky voice.
    “ How
come?” Martha asked.
    “ First,
Max was sick and then I was busy and then he didn’t have cancer
and I thought that the point was moot…now I’m pregnant.”
    “ Well
then I suggest the first order of business would be for you to talk
to Max,” Martha suggested.
    *****
    Martha got in to work a
bit late the next morning due to the late night she’d had with
Christine brainstorming on the next steps. Max was waiting for her in
the foyer.
    “ Hi,”
he said.
    “ Hello
Max. How are you feeling today?”
    “ Well
enough to be worried about you. You’re late. Is everything
okay?”
    “ You
mean is Christine okay,” Martha said dryly.
    “ That
too, yeah.”
    “ Well
you have her number. Why don’t you call her and ask her?”
    “ I
will. Thank you for the suggestion. Now, are you alright?”
    “ Yes
Max, I’m fine. Living the dream,” Martha was smiling,
even humming a little as she deposited her handbag in the closet and
took off her coat.
    “ That’s
great. I made you breakfast.”
    Martha turned to regard
him in surprise, “Why?”
    “ Because
I can…and I need to speak to you.”
    “ Well,
this is just…unfortunate because I just had breakfast at home.
My doctor advised me to lose some weight because of the arthritis so
I don’t think I should eat again.”
    “ Okay
then, will you have coffee with me?”
    “ Black,
no sugar.”
    “ Coming
up. Go sit down and wait for me?”
    “ Alright,”
Martha said walking toward the breakfast nook. She picked up an apple
from the fruit basket and bit into it as she awaited her coffee.
    Max brought it, served
on a tray in a mug with “World’s Best Mom” on it.
Martha regarded it in amusement.
    “ Where
did you get this?” she asked.
    “ I
bought it at a flea market yesterday. After I dropped Chris home I
was…a bit restless so I went downtown and wandered about a bit
thinking about her, me, my parents, her parents…and you. I
just want to be the parent to my child that you have been to Chris.”
    “ Don’t
put me on too high a pedestal. Have you met my daughter?”
    “ You
blame yourself for that? At some point your kids grow up and they’re
responsible for their own decisions.”
    Martha was silent.
“Well anyway, enough about me. What did you want to talk
about?”
    “ I
just wanted your input on the way forward.”
    “ What
do you have in