The next two days that follows, I'm tempted to tell Leonard that we are having a baby. He's been treating me like a newlywed. Like he just fell in love with me. And I've also realized that Clara, in as much as she's staying with us, I've not disturbed my pretty head about her in any way.
It's like she's been out of my way as much as I've been out of her way. That little rejection I heard in the kitchen that day never left my head and I've felt like a winner since then, walking around the house with my head held so high, waiting for the moment she'll try something that will make me remind her how Leonard has rejected her.
Somehow I've grown a conviction that she is not at all pregnant and I wonder how Leonard is going to react when he finds out that she's not pregnant. But I can't say a
