CONSEQUENCES
Artemisia decided that she would bear this nausea no longer. If it was a virus, then it was a virus that had gone on for too long. She went to see Pauline.
“You’re pregnant,” Pauline said, without any drama. “Birth control works for most women, but you’re obviously an exception. You can look forward to a big family.” She paused a moment. “Or you could have a hysterectomy.” She paused another moment. “I wouldn’t have picked you,” she said. “You’ve been very circumspect. Which one is it? Tony? Ben?”
She ignored Pauline’s prompts. “I’d better tell the father.” Artemisia worried. It could be Geoff, after all. She really hoped it was Geoff.
“Or you could lose it. Although the fewer procedures we do at this late stage in our journey, the better.”
“I’ll think about it.” Where ha
