Katherine sharply commented to him, "Have some manners when you interview, stand politely young man so I can place you."He looked at her with his colo...rless eyes, he didn't appear to be a person who did anything fast, stood as if to do as she instructed, and wandered out the door closing it behind him again, not saying a word, with little expression on his face outside a small, almost invisible smile on his sundried, regularly split thin lips.This was the second day of University registrations. Martha, the mother, was a housewife (as were many women at that time).Barry, the father, had a respectable office job (as did almost all menat that time). They had three children: Sam, Michelle, and Jimmy.Sam was what was once considered a normal teenage boy - loud, brash - ahigh-school quarterback - obsessed with sports, cars - anything loudand muscular.His younger sister, Michelle was equally 'normal' for a girl: quiet, abit shy, vaguely arty.Jimmy was the youngest - an adorable little kid. ‘No. Just my male ego.’ Abby pouted up at him. He smiled. ‘After that there was a lot of porn, Abby.’ ‘Lot’s,’ Mike chimed in from the front. ‘Mike has quite the collection,’ he said watching her face intently. ‘I haven’t been much of a saint afterwards, but, Abby, I didn’t have full sex again until you.’ She stared at him incredulously. ‘You’re the first and only person I’ve ever made love with. Those other two times were just sex. That’s why I told you there’s a difference. Remember?’ Her. And that was just fine for us. I was so out of touch with the idea of us having a family that pregnancy came as a complete shock to me. That trip to the doctor because I felt ‘strange’, not sick but weird, was meant to be routine, and because my period was two weeks late. Even with those tell tale signs I had nothing in my mind that told me pregnancy. But there it was. I had fallen pregnant to Peter. When I came home and told Peter, he was euphoric. I wasn’t sure about keeping the baby, but he.