BRITNEY
I observed Josh as he paced my living room, waving his hands around and being very energetic while speaking. “Slow down; you’re talking way too fast. You’re not even making any sense.”
“Your name was on the book; you were the author,” he said slowly, his pacing coming to a stop. “I think it’s the book you’re supposed to write next, the one with the ramifications,” he finally summarized the rest of the story that he was failing to convey accurately.
“So, you were with Cali?” I asked. “How do you know it was her?” He shot me a look, with his eyebrows raised, as if that were the stupidest question I could have asked him. “I’m sorry for all the questions; I’m just not sure I’m following.”
“I just know,” he said, matter of fact.
“So, if she was pregnant, she must have been…” I paus
