" Waiting for what?" Waiting for now," she said. "Which leads me to my other confession. I went off the pill after my period in December. That's why I...didn't want to have sex that week, because I was ovulating. And I didn't want to get pregnant then." She grinned at him. "I want to get pregnant here, at the Olympics. Well, give it our best shot, anyhow." Really?" Really. And I should be ovulating today or tomorrow. So, whaddaya say, big boy? Wanna make a baby?"Warren answered her by pulling her. "What's gotten into her?" Oh, brother," he says. "The whole fucking floor was written up yesterday. Every single person in the department." What the fuck for?" I say."Coming in a second past eight, chatting by the coffee maker outside of break time, coming back for lunch too late, leaving for lunch too early, making personal phone calls... that kind of stuff. We've all been put 'on notice.'" He frames the last two words with finger quotation marks in the air."Does he want everyone to just get. Before going to bed though he got one last drink of juice, and checked his magical sleeping things, which included a good working pen and a journal to write down his dreams in, a petrified piece of wood on his bed stand, and a cinnamon stick he had under his pillow. Both the petrified wood and the cinnamon stick would help him gain meaning from his dreams, and the journal would let him record the meaning of the dreams and allow him to look back on them later for reference. After checking the. Mark’s Church organized a pastry sale to help finance the upkeep of the church. The parish of St. Mark was an affluent one where many professionals resided and also, since the establishment of a Revlon factory, many single women who worked in the profitable field of beauty products. It was difficult to get the younger women to participate in church affairs but Marjorie Halpern had managed to gather half a dozen middle-age women to take part in some activities. They came from all over the.