So it would be reasonable to assume that the baby was his, not Tom’s. There might be a possibility that some aspect of our OWN physiology had change... since the time that we got the diagnosis. That change might allow us to conceive. But old Occam tells us that the simplest explanation is probably the right one. And my guess was that he was correct in this case.I was both exhilarated and humiliated at the thought of having a baby fathered by another man. But I “got” what Tom was telling me. We. Her grandfather had made a point of staying away from the Drug industry because it impressed him as being too reliant on the miracle of potions and remedies to solve problems better left in the hands of God. He was the only one of the family to escape the genocidal intentions of the Third Reich because he left the fatherland before he could be rounded up and sent to a work camp. Amongst the effects that passed on to her parents after his succumbing to a bout with the flu in a dreary Eastside. She hadrun away from home when she was sixteen and traveled to New York City andhad been here ever since. Her first job was with the cosmetics companyand learned about the modeling field at a young age. She had started inshipping and worked her way into sales. She had been working for the samecompany for thirty years and was still four years shy of fifty. She likedyounger men, kept herself fit and was still pretty wild. Lon was tenyears her junior but the two were apparently very much in. I actually needed to clear my head of this whole Lucy thing. I walked around the house and checked to see if we still had some wood for the fire. There was still more than enough left for a fire or two. I continued walking down the side of the lake throwing a rock or two into the lake every now and again. I got back at the house around 12 am. I smelled something nice coming from somewhere. I decided to follow my nose. It lead me straight to Mom cooking us some bacon and eggs. A late brunch she.