The day it all became real to Lynn was a Sunday. She had awakened early, dressed carefully, deciding on a color combination she had never tried, put on some perfume, all to cheer herself up. She picked up the customary note left by her Ate Lara on the fridge, instructing her on what to prepare for dinner, slipped out the door, exited the apartment building and walked down the low hill to the bus station. She took the no. 5 bus and got off at the footbridge on Scott’s Road, where there was a pharmacy at the other end.
In the subway restroom, she unloaded the plastic bag on the dresser. There was a pack of cigarettes and a pregnancy test kit. She lit a cigarette and read the label for contraindications. She unwrapped the white plastic stick and stood over the toilet bowl. She let go of her
