Maybe I’m just the kind of person who can’t hold back. The moment I heard what he said, I didn’t even have time to feel upset—I shot to my feet, grabbed Jim Jackson by the collar, and started yelling.
“Jim Jackson, what the hell did you just say? Say it again if you dare! Who do you think I’m pregnant with, huh? You’re complaining that I’m causing trouble? If you really think it’s such a hassle, why don’t I just get rid of it?!”
“Linda Evans, can you stop saying ‘get rid of it’ all the damn time? I hate hearing it!”
Maybe Jim was just one of those guys who had no patience—or maybe not. Usually, he could ignore me pretty well. Maybe now he was losing it because of the baby.
I really couldn’t understand it. How could a grown man be so obsessed with a baby?
Maybe I just didn’t get where
