*How can one so young speak of her own death with suchequanimity?* she asked herself, not for the first time. *The onlyanswers that present themselves...are that she is insane, that sheis acting and knows she won't die, or that she is exactly who andwhat she says she is. I don't think she is insane, and for thelife of me, I cannot imagine a reason for this charade if that istruly what this is. That leaves the third possibility. My word,but, I think I almost believe her, and that means she is. Had she ignored Tobias' words about it taking couples months to conceive and to not waste money on the morning after pill.Abby always came back to the same conclusion, in those long and often lonely nights. That reckless night of passion had led to Matt being born, and there wasn't anything she treasured more in the world than her wonderful son. Yes, she was devastated when Tobias confessed to the number of affairs and his desire to separate, but any alternative where Matt didn't exist didn't. “Valentine’s Day? It’s April, Brian.”“What? No, I mean ... Are any of the babies born yet?” I panicked.“No, not yet.” She kissed my neck. “Let’s get you a drink. I’ll call to the island and warn everyone.”“I’m sorry I called you Mel. I should’ve known.”“We hardly had a minute together with you out of the blackout.” She held my elbow and shoulder as she balanced on her feet. Her baby bump was smaller than Mel’s had been ... Yesterday. “How would you know?”I picked up the sprocket amulet that. It was her boyfriend Tommy. He waved a pair of keys in front of his face and Jessica sighed in relief. Jessica's mom met up with him to drop off the keys. Tommy opened the door and started to carry some boxes inside while Jessica thanked Tara for breakfast and her hospitality. After they left, Tara pulled down her pajamas and proceeded to masturbate. People moving in wouldn't change her daily routine.Jessica and Tommy lived in the apartment throughout the entire summer. During this time,.