"Well," he said, "why don't you tell me?"
She gave him her small soft smile. "There's not much to tell," she said. "I'm pregnant."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded. "I've been to a doctor. I got the report this afternoon." "Well," he said, awkwardly touching her hand. "You don't need to worry.
Everything will be fine.' 'Yes,' she said.
He asked softly, "Do you want to tell me who the father is?" "A student," she said. "At the University."
"Did you rather not tell me?"
"Oh no," she said. "It makes no difference. His name is Frie. Ed
Roast meat. He is a second year student. I think he was in your freshman comp class last year." "I don't remember him," Smith said. "I don't remember him at all."
"I'm sorry, father," said Doris. "It was stupid. He was a little drunk, and we didn't take any —
