Mrs. Crofton said, “Oh. Well. Have you told him yet?” It was funny how she could almost ready Menolly’s mind.
“No. Not yet. I’m scared to.”
“Tell him. You need to talk and make some decisions very quickly. Are you in any way serious about him? Or is it too soon to tell?”
“Umm…we’ve been getting pretty serious. I’m not sure if it will work out long term though…”
“Tell him. Even if it doesn’t work out you two will be tied together the rest of your lives because of the child.” Once again she offered her kindly smile. “Don’t worry. It can’t be any worse than what happened with my first child.”
There were several photographs behind Mrs. Crofton’s desk but it was easy to pick out the teenagers, a boy and a girl, that were hers. They both looked almost exactly like their bother. Menolly aske
