Brenda ignored Vickie’s outburst and continued on. “And it’s Jason who I have s*x with the most. And maybe my body just finally got used to his semen and sperm. There’s a bunch of studies on this sort of thing. Chances are, they’re both Jason’s.”
“What are the chances, exactly?”
“Like seventy five percent they’re both his.”
“Huh,” was Vickie’s response. “Which means there’s still a chance one—or both—are Rob’s.”
Brenda nodded and said, “That’s true. But chances are—”
“Do you know how f****d up it is that you could be carrying twins from different fathers?”
Tears started to form in Brenda’s eyes. She was glad Vickie wasn’t in front of her; she couldn’t have dealt with that humiliation. “I know, I know.”
“When do we find out?”
“Find out what?” Brenda kept her voice from sobbing.
“Fi
