’ ‘Dene-how come? Did you fuck up? You know I don’t care. And I think you need to talk. Hon, tell me, OK? Tell your Petey what’s going on.’... I felt her begin to sob quietly. I kissed her shoulder and drew her closer to me, nestling my cheek next to hers. ‘Yeah. I fucked up. With the coach. I feel like I’ve been cheating on you.’ ‘Holy Crap, Dene! I thought we were past that! You get to do whoever you want! You didn’t abandon me. I know you won’t ever abandon me, and if you entertain yourself. This birth, if it proceeds, will make the old coot, er your grandfather, very happy so we should keep the surprise from him till the right moment. Oh that would make me a grandmother. Have you thought about abortion?’ ‘The baby within me stays mother, so get used to it. The way in which your other three daughters and your son rut it’s likely babies will be harvested in numbers before too long.’ ‘Woe is me, an imminent grandmother,’ Agnes sighed, finishing her gin and holding out her empty. I always sold everything, eventually, but it didn't make sense to get on the phone to try to sell off a hundred square yards of half inch carpet padding after all the rest of the carpet and padding had been sold."You need to concentrate on selling all the new stuff, that's where the real money is. The older products, the leftovers, you can sell them after you've sold enough to clear up space for my new purchases to be stored. Look at some of the purchases I've made in the past two weeks. All of. We get our periods together. Why shouldn’t our water break together? Such was our assumption. Andrew felt differently. “Did it occur to you that perhaps both sets of children want to be born together?” I laughed. “Andrew, you’ve had some unusual theories in your life, but that’s the strangest.” He looked smug. “We’ll see. We’ll see.” We were over an hour from the hospital, Memorial Health in Savannah. We checked in, and I guess there was more than a little consternation on the face of the.