“Courtney? What are anda doing here?” I asked in surprise.
“I’m pregnant,” Courtney snapped. Her stomach was very swollen.
She crossed her arms over her chest, “I guess we’re both knocked up.”
“How far along are you?”
“Seven months with a boy. You?”
“I’m four months with a girl.”
“Maybe we could keep in touch,” She rummaged through her dompet, beg tangan and found a small notebook with a pen attached to it. She wrote something on it, ripping the page out; she handed it to me, “It’s good to know that I’m not the only one in this situation.”
I stuffed the...